Have you ever caught the tea leaving the cup?
If the sun is right and you watch with your shoulders and knees
you will see….
Chai sat locked in a china chamber
pressed to blend with milk and honey,
I poured with my ears and nose, even toes!
a river of joy,
a splash of day,
captured in the scent….
and from that warm, small space,
neatly, within that sliver of time,
the tea took it’s leave!
A symphony of moist sparkle,
a steamy, playful leap of spicy gesticulation
into the morning!
OH how I smiled as I watched it go…