We should have each other to tea, huh? We should have each other with cream.
“Lovecats,” The Cure
Perhaps you don’t like tea.
Perhaps you don’t like cream.
It’s not what’s in the cup that matters,
though of course there’s the lovely
unfurling of leaves and the way
that the water accepts what
it’s been given. But no.
It’s not about the tea.
It’s the ritual of the pouring that matters.
It’s the sharing from a single pot
and the all that is said and
the all that is seen as we sip.
We can fill the pot with water.
We can fill the pot with wine.
All that really matters is
that we take the time to sit
together and slowly drink—
we, two separate beings who
are choosing at the same time
to accept the same thing into ourselves.
It’s a little bit like love.