Monday, June 4, 2012

Cuppa


It starts with the smell;
Embracing warmth, wet vapors,
The richness of the earth.
Leaves steeped in hot water,
An old ritual, as old as bones.
Simple, comforting, protecting.
Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
As different as the cup that contains it;
As unique as the tongue that tastes it.
A line of history and culture
That ties our globe together.
Enjoy a cup of tea.

2 comments:

  1. > A line of history and culture / That ties our globe together.

    Totally. The World Atlas of Linguistic Structures, most of whose chapters (maps) have such names as "Front Rounded Vowels" and "Overlap between Situational and Epistemic Modal Marking" and "Relativization on Obliques", has an entire chapter (map) named "Tea", explaining that it's "a healthy reminder of the fact that languages need not be geographically contiguous to influence each other". It's a brief and interesting chapter; check it out. :-)

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  2. I couldn't agree more with your poem, but then you have to be a tea lover to appreciate it.
    Mom

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