Tea Ceremonies

Tea Ceremonies

 

Maybe aged twelve, I started staying up past 11
watching the local news with my dad
cup of tea and the Yankees score the daily last things

Tea that late never kept me awake
it was for time with my father
and learning tomorrow’s weather

In my dorm at college it attracted curiosity
people started coming to my room at eleven
arriving with mugs steaming coming to see the day done

One winter night we took it outside
into the courtyard in a snow flurry
three dozen students in flannel

pajamas sweatpants boots and mugs
spelling out T-E-A in giant letters
not a protest just a confirmation

atypical for that time and age
Tonight we talk after the kids are asleep
while you bathe I make you tea

which we take upstairs to our room
where last night a strange green insect
watched me from the windowsill

while I drank tea and wrote
about a dream and slept by you
awoke to today an empty cup to fill

3 thoughts on “Tea Ceremonies

  1. monochromejunkie

    Wow. Such a powerful piece! This made me cry: while you bathe I make you tea
    And the last line really hits you in the face, unexpectedly. This is brilliant in every way. Probably one of the best poems I’ve ever read. (And I’ve read heaps.)

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