today I'll take chai tea without the sweetness of milk
and I'll drink it slowly in-between the twiddling of my thumbs
thinking, always thinking
the spices climbing up the ladder of steam to the sun
and then maybe I'll listen to the wind waltzing between the leaves outside, cliché
hoping this wind will finally bring in something new
today is serene
the soil still wet and sticky from yesterday's rain
and I'll probably sit inside near the window away from the cold
wind that finds its way to seep into my skin and put a chill in my bones
today I'll remember summertime, as I seldom do
and I'll daydream and I'll wonder
and drink in the spices and form them into words and I'll
keep holding onto the hope that this wind will finally bring in something new