Change Of State / PS Art Space / 18th June - 2nd July 2016
The making of tea
is more than simple politics
it is a change of state,
a move to original meaning.
The water in the urn
is captive cloud
unable to remember
which region of sky
it roamed.
When boiled it raises
tiny fists, its lips
smack of freedom
the cry of the kettle
is memory returning;
be caught in its revolution
shape shift to steam,
arise and mentor
the atmosphere
above your city.
2.
A teapot is a charm
against melancholy.
Let it occupy the bench, keep
other utensils from interfering
with its small acre of plenty
note the way it curves space,
bends time out of linearity.
It contains your childhood
and your dotage
it has already grieved
your passing, celebrated
your otherness
it holds your temporality
in its belly, is patient
with your clumsy grip
the fumble of years
that count themselves
on handfuls of fingers.
The teapot takes a rounder
view of your achievements
offers its handle for you
to pour yourself with cheerful
sufficiency into the vessel
of your life.
3.
Somewhere between Burma
and China a tree grows
on a mountainside.
The sunlight slants
the same way it did
in the Tang dynasty.
The air is more awake
around Camellia sinensis,
the leaves full of instructions
to every nation.
The West drinks the East.
What can we make
of such medicine?
The beverage says,
speak to one another.
Jennifer Kornberger