I Am The Salt

I am the salt

In the tea—

Unmentionable, invisible,

Yet I remain the essence—

Not sought, not discussed.

Ginger, tea leaves, milk,

Sugar—all get a name,

And the one who stays

Unreported is me.

I am a life,

Or life holds me—

I don’t know.

I dispatch emotions,

I hold moments.

I sell through what I understand,

I buy through what I don’t.

Yes, I am untraceable,

And still traceable—

In the compound

That is sometimes rare,

And sometimes rich.