Friday October 10, 2008 | 3 comments
Put the kettle on, and just before it screams –
I know I won’t have to.
Measuring the leaves, I cradle a few and
crush them, inhaling the promise.
While it steeps, I say goodbye
to annoyances I cannot control.
With both hands, I hold the cup
To my lips. Promise made good.
Calm begins at my palate and spreads
warmth and hope and peace through and
Tea has the power of clarity.