Spacetime Continuum and Chai
a poem
The process takes seven and a half minutes,
trust me – I know – I am a physicist.
First, the black diffuses in the boiling water
transforming into red in the stainless steel,
signalling me to add the requisite spices -
cardamom and ginger with a hint of cinnamon.
The striking aroma intensifying with time
gently nudges me to add milk and sugar.
Exactly seven and a half minutes later,
I pour the brown elixir.
They have chai every morning at home.
The seven and a half minutes at seven a.m.
comprise the most sacred of the rituals
following which time
gets segmented
into moments
that they embrace with every sip.
Now,
exactly half the world away,
exactly at seven p.m. every evening,
exactly seven and a half minutes I spend
brewing a concoction powerful enough
to transport me home through
the spacetime continuum.
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