Wee

As I brewed a 

cup of coffee

In a trance  

and

boiled milk for

two cups of tea.

I contemplated on 

celestial properties

Of a  ginger

(Influenced by Neruda’s piece on lemon)

And ironically crushed none

 in the tea..

I dipped the biscuits

Ate them all mushy..

rescuing them in time

from a plunge in the coffee..

Alone I mused 

over this 

Life of  little

rituals..

trapped unapologetically

in an unparalleled wee..