It’s All in the Steeping

Just after the spoon has left and the tea is still swirling, it is possible to see the entire universe. At its formless beginning, it’s a child’s green booger. Then, the child begins to sculpt – he makes a rock with his booger, which was easy. Then a chicken and a calculator. He makes a nun and a pantheon. He makes a long silver needle stitching into the night by an unseen hand. He stands them all up on his desk. Then he gets bored and runs away. The janitor comes, the lights go out, someone realizes the child no longer shows up for school. Then it’s just tea again. Green tea. That first sip, ah, it’s always too hot.