Green Tea by Dale Ritterbusch
Today I was reminded of Ted Kooser’s wonderful blog, American Life in Poetry, which I used to read often, but which had fallen off my radar a while ago. It would be a shame if it wasn’t so cool that I have a whole treasure trove of poems to read now. Here’s the source of today’s. I like it for its descriptions, even though green tea is not my favorite. (Shockingly, I’m not even drinking tea right now; I’m drinking hot chocolate.)
Green Tea
By Dale Ritterbusch
There is this tea
I have sometimes,
Pan Long Ying Hao,
so tightly curled
it looks like tiny roots
gnarled, a greenish-gray.
When it steeps, it opens
the way you woke this morning,
stretching, your hands behind
your head, back arched,
toes pointing, a smile steeped
in ceremony, a celebration,
the reaching of your arms.
