Adventures in Literary Esoterica

Chai Guy

Before this, I was approximate.
A rough outline of a person,
sleepwalking through wakefulness.

Then the hot water,
the steamed milk,
the slow pour of steeped spices
into a ceremonial chalice.

My edges refine into sharper contrast,
definition improving,
my hands grasp the work.

The day has begun in earnest,
and - finally -
I activate.

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Line Count: 13

Form: Free Verse

Prompt: Write something intense about something plain. Your poem must be 13 lines long.

Written for: "Cards Against Authors"