Chamomile tea:

The colors begin to bleed away,
once more, into this fluid world,
where all things
have become too mixed up,
and History, she archives her
documentaries in pure sepia.

Watch: Here I am, filmed in a single frame,
sipping a single cup
of Chamomile tea: A bland tea.
An indistinguishable aroma,
for an undistinguished life.

Yet, there is no mistaking--

A hint of honey,
in crushed, miniscule leaves,
somehow, a mild medicinal sweetness
that coats the tongue.
And wrapped in between cold, shaking hands,
a warmed cup, an evening prayer,
the steam rising to the heavens.
And amidst the clamor
for the caffeine-engined, the manic souls,
a soothing, an embrace, a happy dream
where all things are as they should be.

Listen: A clinking of silver spoons
set down on delicate porcelain.

In this little life I call existence,
perhaps it is alright
to want to have nothing more
than a cup of Chamomile tea.