Here, but not quite

teaI wondered where I was meant to be
While I sat here, listening
But heard naught –
The sound just didn’t seem to be reaching in.

I watched the merry go round
Of children, colours, friends
Swirl around me
And knew I was not here.

I sat there
Sipping my cup of Turkish tea
And let the world
Slowly disappear into
A haze of hot steam.

~ Bharti Athray

Image: high tea, by LaNaya Anderson

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