March – Daily Routines: Tea

Tea

The world is crumbling,
life has gone insane,
something must
be done

It looks like nothing
this rising, walking
to the sink,
hands held firmly on
the kettle as
the heaviness
fills the jug

The switch flicked
water simmers
then boils
the kettle vibrates
gives up and
settles
in a steaming hiss

The thin,
bone china tea cup,
warmed,
now waits for water
to turn from colourless
to deep tannin hues,
then softened with
a dash of milk

Hands curled
around
the cup,
warmed from
icy thoughts
of climate change,
parents aging,
governments failing,
a million things
that can go wrong

She muses at
how much she hates
the phrase
“what happened?”

Reset, steam
inhaled, hope swallowed

Again, she rises.

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