The Silent Tea Pot
星期二 一月 27, 2009 8:34 pm
This tree, not yet grown to be one,
was chopped down to make a tea pot.
Now held by a stranger's hand,
it pours fresh jasmine.
Claiming his appreciation of fine textures
and wooden softness, the stranger embraces
his possession of this ancient elegance.
In the rising vapor, he strolls and smiles,
while the tea pot spills out each drop of fragrance.
Only in this moment does the tea pot remember
where she and her friends belong,
somewhere afar in lush green,
plump fruit hangs and a wounded oak
whispers her fading dream.