By Wren Tuatha
Timothy Pond has written more poems about tea than she has about her partner. Tongues and more tongues, warmth and more warmth, morning blankets and feeling a slow wave of change on the inside. Her partner does the weekly shopping, gingerly replacing every kind of tea as it goes empty, a driving sacrament that takes her to four different stores. Pouring herself into Timothy Pond, cup by cup, unnoticed osmosis.
Her partner tinks a spoon in her own cup, something with cinnamon and milk. Wire spectacles and a tidy ponytail. Her Honey-Do list an ocean of minutes. Count their days in cups and pages and warm.
As Timothy Pond poems and neglects, her partner laughs and accepts, That’s your world; more real than the real world, and Timothy Pond submerges again, tannins collecting on the bottom and keystrokes like rain on the roof.
Wren Tuatha’s poetry has appeared in Silk Road, The Lake, Lavender Review, Kaleidoscope, and others. She earned her MFA at Goddard College. Her first collection is Thistle and Brilliant (FLP). She’s founding editor at Califragile; formerly Artist-in-Residence at Heathcote Center. Wren herds rescue goats among the Finger Lakes of New York, where she’s director of Ithaca Poetry Center.
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