Poetry / Tea Time

I keep forgetting I’ve made myself another mug of tea
Distracted staring out a window
Instead of staring into the depths of my screen
Mind blank, smile dropping as soon as I hit “leave” on another Zoom meeting
I let my eyes register in 3-D instead of rendering real-time shifting pixels in 2-D
The sound of the timer can’t penetrate the back-to-back Google Hangouts haze
The steam from my tea curls through the morning chill
On the rough edge of my desk
Silent as it grows cold
Outside, it’s been raining
And I don’t know what time it is
I watch some birds fly free
Letting the wind carry them onwards and upwards as the rain falls
And I just want to step off my roof and follow