Rising from the bed-box
To a pre-arranged alarm
Having snoozed defiantly
To reappear in wakeful calm
I nip down to the kitchen
Fill the kettle up afresh
Warm and fill the teapot
Then let the brew enmesh
I sit and let myself arrive
Playing catch-up with my head
Morning news brings helpless blues
I play a mindful tune instead
I briskly pour a second cup
To reinforce my first cup thrill
Slowly bringing on my readiness
If not quite there I wait until
I have no ‘Plan B’ without tea
It would strain my early state
Near the brink without tea to drink
No morning chores would undertake
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