I am Tea.

The steam

from the 

tea kettle

was 

swirling 

around 

in 

the air 

like a 

cloud of

smoke.

Evaporating

in the air

like Magic.

The smell 

that is created 

as the hot 

water hits 

the tea leaves

is intoxicating. 

Its reminds

me of the smell

of summer

rain hitting

the dry soil. 

I carry the 

tray to the table

and the mix of 

glass, linens 

and leaves 

is calming.

The tray 

in the sunshine 

is so inviting 

and before

I dare to drink

this beautiful

brew 

I have 

two 

more steps.

So as I pour

the tea 

into the cup

some

of the tea 

leaves

have escaped 

and have

started

to swirl

around the 

cup like

mischievious

butterflies. 

I let the

antique 

china cup 

rest in my hand.

As I begin 

to drink it

I am drawn 

in by the 

history 

this cup

once held.

Who drank 

tea in this 

cup before

me?

Letting 

the warm 

fluid

slide

down my 

throat and

into 

my soul

I feel 

all the those 

things.

That's why

I love this 

process.

I am

Magic.

I am 

Intoxicating.

I am

Calm.

I am

Mischievous.

And 

I am 

my own

History.

I am the

earth.

I am

Tea.