Tuesday, 1 March 2016
The Tao of Tea
A porcelain mug with cats printed
against a red background. Meow.
Meow printed in funky letters. Only
English-language cats say meow.
It holds tea. Three-quarters empty
with brown rings on the inside
denoting the volume of each previous swallow.
The delicacy of tannin.
It used to hold coffee,
back when I worked for the DSS
before it became the Benefits Agency
and I had my breakdown.
I didn't use it for years
fearful of the associations it brought;
of the mind-numbing terror
visited on me by other staff.
Now it holds my tea
and while I remember the fear
it holds a little less power now;
less than the pull of tea.