The warm, sweet, earthy fragrance tickles my nostrils
as the tea surrenders itself to the water.
“Equal Exchange!” the box smugly declares in bright red lettering.
“Biodegradable pyramid bags!” it yells at me.
But I don’t care about any of that…
I drizzle honey from my sticky, bear-shaped bottle,
close my eyes,
put my feet up,
breathe in the welcoming, African aroma
and sip the nectar
as the stress of my day languidly
floats away with the steam.
copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh