Tea - Marti Watterman

[Larry Robinson]

Tea
 
Inside this weathered pot,
between the crack and stain,
there are mountains,
fields of green,
and the brown remains of yesterday.
 
The hands of women
are in this pot,
hands that cut and harvest tea,
hands carrying children across their chests,
and hands brushing
the brows of the dying.
 
Inside this weathered pot
there is the memory of tea,
bitter, strong, and soothing,
a thousand years in single sip,
the whole of humanity held
in the simple cup.

	- Marti Watterman
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