Annie Ning - Tea Leaves

I can still remember that summer night,
That cup of green tea in my small little hands.
The tiny pagoda where my family sat,
Surrounded in the jade bamboo.
The tea was warm, steam rising to my face,
And my hands were cold,
Cold, against the porcelain cup.
I took a moment
I took a breath
I took a sip.
I sipped in the bitter tea,
And it was in that moment,
That I sipped in China.
I took a sip of the bamboo leaves, rustling in the wind.
I took a sip of the glittering pond, the waves made by the fish.
I took a sip of the Yellow River, the pebbles carried along.
I took a sip of the fishing boats, at the crack of dawn.
And when I finished,
All that was left,
Were tea leaves.
Soggy little clumps cluttered at the bottom,
Of my memories,
My dreams.

Annie Ning

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