Tea Cups and Kindred Souls

Mr. Logo loves me.

I know this because he got me this mug for Christmas.

Also, someone was being all artistic here (photo found online) and it reminded me of the poem below.

Coffee Spoons and Tea Cups

(A poetic  act of genius by Thing One)

Pancakes, eggs, sausage, and a cup of tea for breakfast,

Or rather, a bagel, cream cheese, and a slice of ham as I sprint for the bus.

Swirls of river water tug my fishing line,

But only in my mind.

Abrupt zipping of a neighboring backpack jerks me back

Like a small, feeble, trout

Flopping on a quickly reeling line.

Skillfully weaving in and out

Steering at high speed

On a John Deere tractor crawling around the yard.

Tracing ever spiraling circles of green

Frightening rabbits, terrifying squirrels,

Evicting insects, and trimming the grass.

Yes, let us all remember the magic in the mundane

In every act there is a rabbit hole,

In every dish to wash there is a golden lamp to rub.

For we decide to use Prufrock’s coffee spoon

Or the March Hare’s tea cup

To measure our days.