From a Tea Leaf

Motionless, dry, in aromatic silence;
a sealed community, delicate, small.
Unuttered memories of sustaining sunlight,
Tickling breezes, green companions
swaying in rhythmic life.

Plucked from mother’s bosom weeping.
Adult, to learn life’s realities.
Slowly breathing away earths water;
Surrendering youth’s moist innocent green,
To dry and shrink; to be mature.

All light gone just sad and cold.
Machinery locks warm life outside.
Imprisoned to wait in glassy silence,
To feel nothing, in crowded solitude.
Dead in spirit, a suspended life.

And then, when thirst a person pierces
On metal moved to darker case
At last life’s purpose to fulfil.
Wait and whisper, wonder, worry.
Whistle signals last goodbyes.

Scolded, swirled then slowly settle
To seep brown tears and finally
To leave one life – release by weeping.
Cry life’s purpose, then lie damp
In clustered freedom; at last a sigh.

From a Tea Leaf

Polly x

Tralee, Ireland

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