Tonight
     
orange lamplight
floats through
the quiet room
in utter stillness

like a quenching glass
of darjeeling tea
on the corner table

simply waiting 
to become 
an offering--

an offering embedded
in presence shining

for all thirsty wanderers
to lighten their travails.

these pilgrims who've yearned
through years of toil and 

risky travel for one 
embodied drenching.

and now stand, tired 
backpacks on the ground,

at the cusp of a moist,
shimmering contentment
under a rising sun.