Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Three Years Sober One Night
Chester watched seven movies in a row
trying to get sleepy, but nothing. No sleep.
He walks into the kitchen, candles all around
trying to coax cozy, but nothing.
He puts on the teapot for a cup of Sleepytime Tea full
of nothing but chamomile, or almost nothing.
Now it’s 3:30 a.m. The teapot starts blowing!
Turning on no lights at all, Chester aims a flashlight
under a red tea cup
shining the beam up as he pours the hot water down in
steam flowering up yellow all around in the light
rising like smoke from an Indian campfire
in the seventies of a century or two ago.
This stops Chester.
“Man, what an effect!” he says, hearing campfire drums
and wind blowing in the trees, a stream trickling through
in the dark.
“This is one of those things that makes life worthwhile!”