Objects hold power,
the bird in one hand,
the thing in the other.
A brown earthenware coffee set,
three mugs and serving pot, bought
in Mexico, Acapulco, 1980.
Our first real honeymoon, the first
of dozens of trips across
imaginary lines called borders.
Each cup, a stork or two, stark
white in green reeds along the bottom,
straight yellow beaks, black eyes
match the rim where we place our lips.
We love the serving set
more than we should. We knew
it knew all about what was to come.
Brown colored by white, yellow, black.