Tea Time

Let me leave the fabric spinning off "social lubricant." Or the amino acid that alters brain attention the alert, attentive, calm, cumulative jubilant I attain at a cup of tea is beyond all mention. There's a thrill when shades spill from black to brown to red hallow Or in gold, silver, or copper amalgamation gleam My heart, mind, and face become a melodious mallow. Vigorous and victorious, indeed, is my day's dream. Accommodativeness and trustworthiness all arrive. Creative performance with divergent thinking does thrive. Efforts of honesty and hard work spin into a hive. Wherein cooption and collaboration are alive Indian, Italian, or Iranian, tea is tea. All that matters is, in each one's tea, what one wants to see.