A Ritual of Tea

Hands exposed, cold and bare,

ready the mug.

Head tired, hazey and heavy, 

ready the mind. 

Pot with lid, sitting on the stove,

filled to the water mark. 

"TCK,TCK,TCK,WSSH" the propane fills my nostrils and flame ignites. 

Licking the pot with lid, filled to the water mark, it steams and bubbles. 

Tea time! 

Tired head no more! At peace! 

Cold hands no more! Warmth! 

Soothing sips, hit my chest and spread throughout my body. Comfort fills my mind. 

Savoring every drop, meditate on the moment.