Fancy a cuppa?

You are there every morning,
like a dropped anchor,
with the strength to get through the day.

You are there with your feet up,
parked in front of the telly.
A packet of biscuits,
always custard creams
A spliff? The Holy Trinity.

You are there when we are told
“Sit down, I’ve something to say,”
though we wait for you before we start.
Cupping our hands around you we feel
your warmth pull a blanket over our souls.

You are simple and exotic,
like an afternoon in bed,
you make an art of bringing people together.
A crutch for conversations, fuel of empires.
Do you take milk? Sugar?