Hapu'u

early morning, wooden
floors cold, I sit by the little

black stove. in this glass
cottage, amidst the hapu'u

ferns. in the evening,
i will make tea

for my teacher, the man
i love. but for now

i enjoy the solitude
of cold,

the warmth of this
Kazakh robe.

Copyright 2008 by Jill Stephanie Morgyn