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A Cup Of Tea

That fusion of spices
Lemon grass, what I know as mchaichai
And ginger.
Makes me travel,
To a land far away
Across mountains and seas.

To a land
Where the soil is brown,
Like milk chocolate,
And the beaches white.
Where the people smile not frown.
Stretched out savannah
With animals of all colour,
And a mountain that peaks over Africa
Topped with glittering glaciers.

But as those spices
Bubble in my teacup,
I don't see tourist attractions

Instead I sit
At a crooked wooden table
With my knees to the side,
Glancing at a grassy roundabout
That you made oval,
In a kitchen
Still undone,
With eyes barely open
After being, shocked awake.

And I hear the birds
Whistling wisdom.
I hear voices,
As one looks for their schoolbag,
Another runs to brush their teeth,
Papa starts his motorcycle
A woman enters to sell bananas
Mama walks through the garden
Plating this,
Pulling that,
As I sit sipping tea
With lemongrass and ginger

Until the tea is gone.

Then it all fades.
The voices and the chaos.
The roundabout which's oval.
The kitchen undone.
I return to my longing
To be back
In a land,
That I call home.

poem by Mariam de Haan
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