a poem a day for a year #23

by Amy Turn Sharp


lapsang souchong

in a white ceramic tea cup

hot steamy across my afternoon

I have only discovered this tea

in the last few years

within the lyrics of a song first

and then in a small indie coffeehouse

on an always rainy street

but you know what

Sherlock Holmes loved this tea

and I think the leaves 

will solve my problems today

I shake the teacup

and I detect

I deduce

that everything is going to be fine

it's in the way the leaves

remind me of the woman who taught me how

to drink tea

the smoky black leaves

clinging to the sides of the white

like how I cling to you

like how if we stop moving

we all fall down