07 May 2011
A poem of which I am particularly fond.
It doesn't taste like tea to me;
I must have been away too long.
It isn't jasmine, spice, oolong;
It tastes like an apology—
This tea you pour, so black and strong.
Where's that old fork with the bent prong?
What happened to the hemlock tree?
Have I really been gone that long?
I think I hear the saddest song;
It has no words, no tune, no key.
The tea you pour is black and strong.
You're careful to say nothing wrong,
You seem too eager to agree...
Yes, I've been travelling far and long,
And now it's clear, I don't belong.
I watch you sash your robe, as we
sit, sipping tea that's black and strong.
I went away too far, too long.
"Time + Distance" by Leslie Monsour, from The Alarming Beauty of the Sky. © Red Hen Press, 2005