TEA FOR JELENA
On foggy morning when the world recedes and leaves you
islanded, wake to quiet in the house and stand at the window,
rubbing sleep from your eyes, and imagine the mountains
and forests have dissolved,
folded into banks of clouds, that the sea
has also gone. Even the future could be
elided, with all its questions and possibilities, gain
and gloss, leaving you with an endless present – this kitchen,
hardwood cool beneath your bare feet, your breath misting the pane
and the mists beyond. Let future tensing and faith in visible things
give way to pressing blankness, an end without world.
Pour tea. Be anchored by a mug, the ceramic warm
and heavy in your hands. Everything has been reduced
to steam, to breath, to fog.
'Tea For Jelena' was published in our 17th issue, The Future Issue, which is available to buy here.