The ways in which we deal with anger

I brewed tea

in your grandma’s blue crystal pitcher,

setting it on the window sill

all day while I worked

until it was strong, deep

.

two spoons sugar

stirred into your glass

already sweating in the heat

before it languishes

barely tasted

on the counter

leaving watermarked rings

.

I take my tea

in hard, fast gulps

unsweetened

relishing slightly

the bitter aftertaste

lingering behind

then I rinse my cup

and put it away

serene – carpe diem haiku

still on the table
green tea cools in my red cup
without a ripple

indignant words bounce
off my tranquil countenance
placid as the tea

 

carpe diem haiku

tea for one

she reads the leaves
surviving in her cup
before washing them away –
finding solace
in ancient rituals