Morning Tea
My alarm goes off
The sweet sound of the ukulele jingle wakes me from my slumber
As I embrace my gray plush blanket,
I hit ‘dismiss’ and consider remaining in the warm, cozy fuzz of blissful sleep
I reach over to turn on my water boiler and quickly return my arm back to the security of my blanket
The water hisses to protest its wake up call
I guess I could say that we are one and the same
I watch the ring of blue lights illuminate the perimeter of the base and
Let it hypnotize me into a soft, dreamy daze
Before long, my eyes close and I enter dreamy state of resistance
For a moment it feels as if I will never leave the confines of my bed
Suddenly, the water becomes quiet
Blue tides begin to form and jump about
I open my eyes and watch the water release bubbles of a new-found energy
My arm reaches over to flick the illuminated switch off
The water darkens and continues to sway back and forth with gentle vigor
As I allow my eyes to follow the tides,
I feel a dynamic force build inside of me that makes it impossible to fully enjoy the blissfulness of my bed anymore
And with that, I flick my blanket off my brown body and swivel my legs around to reach the floor
I am groggy, but awake
I assemble my tea and watch the leaves stain the water a murky brown
While waiting for the tea to cool, I reflect on the craziness I am about to enter
Discrimination, hatred, prejudice, violence, poverty – you name it.
They all taint our world and turn what was once pure and transparent into a dark mess that makes it difficult to tell what was once there
I begin to get impatient and blow on the surface so I can drink without burning myself
While doing so, I peak inside my mug and realize that a just few minutes ago I had clear water inside that very cup.
I inhale deeply, and take a sip of the dark brew
I grin. There is a lot of work to do.