Method:
I observe contently as the kettle boils,
bubbles rise up as though they compete for my attention
or perhaps they converse with one another.
A gentle swish as I place each tea bag into its mug
the swirling of colors as the suavely textured milk acquaintance’s itself with the foundation
to become a unified concoction
and I too feel complete
albeit the feeling cannot last forever
but i savor it nonetheless
Enjoyment:
oh tea,
serenade me with your wordless reassurance
remind me of the comfort’s sealed within you
wisps of it escaping through transparent fog
tea,
what events have you progressed through to be so full of warmth?
i’m so curious
and so i ponder the idea
and simply wonder
when can i provide and experience this warmth without your reliance?