Cup of Tea

I began this morning boiling over as I thought of this past week and remembered homework assignments I had almost forgotten. As soon as I had time I fled to Java Jacks hoping to find sanctuary. I sank deep into the rim of a plain chair and allowed myself to be filled: filled with stillness in a book, filled with rest. And when I had reached the brim I slowly steeped into the room relaxing my shoulders and watched people around me read maps and laugh as they spoke to each-other. I settled here for a moment, enjoying the warmth, and then picked myself up and out of my thoughts. I placed myself beside my cup, wrapped my fingers around the handle of my mug, and took a drink of chai.

Freedom, but really.

Is a frilly thing

Which dances

And sings

And swims

And laughs as it tickles the insides of me.