Tea Leaves

Gravity leaves us
swimming in the weeds
Queen Anne’s lace
floral refuse left behind 
reveals an alternative
state of being
in my divination tea.

Would you chase me
if I was a bun bun? 
We could nibble wild carrots 
root, leaf, all.
Would you catch me?
Steal my lucky paw?
So many questions, 
so few answers emerge
at the bottom of my teacup.

I’d be an astronaut
on another planet 
in a different timeline
with you Comrade.
As I close my eyes, 
we met in multitudes
of multiverses
orbiting each other
time
after
time.