Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.
Soundtrack of the office
Are charts and silence
Until the brewing is initiated.
No comments are needed
to gather the people around
The Little kettle on the corner table.
Staring and leaning
We form a circle around the boiling water
And our faces glow in the moment of peace.