green tea

I take green tea in measures
Of forgetfulness
At times unimportant habitual calm
In liquid form
in a Japanese restaurant
In incense form
from Rome
in my nostrils, in my office
dizzyingly reassuring in its zen mythology

At times when the world is as it should be
Tranquil
In abstinence in pause in preparation
In a prolonged moment of expectancy towards a goal that
Is so mundane as to merit no articulation