Take the water, flowing
up a tap from the earth –
old aquifer, luscious remnant
of prehistoric streams, refreshed by rain.
Take the teapot – heavy,
curvaceous – a potter’s spin on old clay,
drawing upright the soft mud
into cone then vessel, fired carefully
to stoneware – azure glaze flows
speckling on black; aurora frozen
on night’s round bowl. The cup
as small affirmation.
Take the tea – dried orange peel,
anise, ginseng; African rooibos
and chicory, and mint –
Silk Road treasures,
far-flung fields and groves becoming
Market Spice – the blackened tendrils’
arriving in an ordinary kitchen.
Take a brief block of morning –
sun highlighting the pot and cup;
the kettle, red on a white stove –
take the boiling water
flashing as it fills the pot, the fragrant steam.
Before the tea touches your lips, take a moment
to feel the eons, the miles come together
into your hands – your hands!
Those soft wrinkled cups enfolding
fired clay, holding the steam beneath your nose –
those hands sheened with age, eloquent
of journeys and mornings and years – all of it
Posted by kind permission of the author. Tea Break was previously published by Raven Chronicles in May 2016.
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