Tea

In the evening

(or anytime, really)

take a kettle

and fill it with water.

Put it on the stove,

and let the heat

invite the steam to sing.

Pour the water

over dried herbs,

loose leaf, or in a bag.

Let it sit,

and sit with it,

(maybe outside).

After 5 minutes, or ten,

have passed,

breathe the steeping scent

as you close your eyes

and remember

what it feels like

to love

yourself

enough

to notice

every drop.

 

April is National Poetry Month, so I’ll be writing or sharing a poem each day, either posted here in the journal or on social media.