Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Sometimes a poem achieves its beauty by a certain fixation on a small detail that is not burdened with the need to be “important.”
Here, in “Oolong,” Adrienne Su creates her own tea ritual, a meditative moment to reflect on the ordinary, the quotidian.
Tea and the drinking of tea, treated to such careful study, become a way to think of life as it moves from strong to weak and back again.
Oolong By Adrienne Su
From strong to weak, a single cup can carry me from waking up to the mild hush of the bedtime snack. Fresh hot water brings it back from depletion, or threat of such.
What ancient genius gained so much from roasting pieces of a shrub? I watch it change, as daylight flags, from strong to weak,
ending with the faded touch of flavor that was once robust. faintness helps the mind relax, but part of me remains perplexed that every day unfurls as it must, from strong to weak.
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Sometimes a poem achieves its beauty by a certain fixation on a small detail that is not burdened with the need to be “important.”
Here, in “Oolong,” Adrienne Su creates her own tea ritual, a meditative moment to reflect on the ordinary, the quotidian.
Tea and the drinking of tea, treated to such careful study, become a way to think of life as it moves from strong to weak and back again.
Oolong By Adrienne Su
From strong to weak, a single cup can carry me from waking up to the mild hush of the bedtime snack. Fresh hot water brings it back from depletion, or threat of such.
What ancient genius gained so much from roasting pieces of a shrub? I watch it change, as daylight flags, from strong to weak,
ending with the faded touch of flavor that was once robust. faintness helps the mind relax, but part of me remains perplexed that every day unfurls as it must, from strong to weak.