Teatime – A Poem

Sit down and have a cup of tea with me. Your choice. Earl Grey, Peppermint, Lemon & Ginger, Chai, Tetley…. I’ll be mother. Milk? Sugar? Lemon?

Now that we’re all settled, you with your tea and me with mine, let’s have a chat. I’ll tell you my dreams, my fears, my desires, my stories. And you’ll tell me yours.

We’ll laugh.
We’ll shed the occasional tear.
We’ll be each other’s cheerleader, confidant, co-pilot.
We’ll cut through the bullshit, the fog and the nostalgic ties that bind us to the too small versions of ourselves.
We’ll even share a sliver of silence or two, unspoken crumbs carelessly left upon our saucers.

Over this kitchen table, our souls dance and our energy intertwines. The fragrant steam spirals from the surface of tea. A barely seen waltz that hovers in the space between our words. I feel your joy and your pain and your delight and your hope. And you feel mine. We are connected. We are one.

For one small portion of time, we no longer feel alone. Single solitary creatures muddling our way through. Struggling to make sense of this labyrinthine life.

In this space, in this now, I feel your joy and your pain and your delight and your hope. And you feel mine. We are together. We are connected. We are one.

If only till we’ve drained our cups.