23 February, 2007 - 11:20
The day starts with two sniffs of tea,
bodies need time to warm on cold mornings,
we know that life is willing to wait,
that it's all an energy game,
that the sun will come up and feed someone somewhere,
and eventually me.
It's all in my cup of tea.
Who knew that all the knowledge
of our short world
fit so neatly into a ceramic mug
of boiled water,
green leaves swollen with understanding.