ode to a cup of tea

too hot, i think, too hot to touch
in my homemade
potter's cup
steam in swirling pattern holds
fogs the windows
of my soul
i wipe my glasses and have a go
to drink
perchance to dream

ht.
1/12/10


and here begins the daily poem project. i will attempt to write at least one poem every day for the next year. some days the poem might include a photograph. maybe some days a recipe, or a political polemic, or some commentary on motherhood or romance. you will probably see more than one poem in praise of tea. 365 is an awful lot of days.
nothing is off the table. (though the nuclear option is unlikely.)