WomensStuff

in my daydreams, I want to live
in a busy, busy city, five hundred stories up
watching the traffic from my window
darting between the buildings
above and below the plaza level

where kids run and shopping gets done
in a calm and overcast warm day
the holograms splashed over the buildings
with every vibrant color, no advertisements
but art and music and wonder and beauty

and along through all this bustle
with the a-note of the flying vehicles
gliding by peacefully amongst this grandeur
i am at my window, taking it all in
looking up from my book, pen down

from my wooden chair i rise
my room as bright as outside
and my whole residence is perched
on the loft of a tea shop
greenery in every corner

and the customers come in
stressed out, in the fashions of the day
chasing that trend they can never really find
and they drink good tea, real tea, in this sincere place
with plants and flowers in every nook and cranny

the trick to this wondrous magic
is that the tea is always grown by hand
with real sunlight and real soil
by real hands doing real work
and none of it is replicated and created

and before the customers whoosh off
heading to their next meeting or their next job
they take an hour with me, and they sip
forgetting that they’re a half-mile up
and they walked on a holo-bridge to get here

for maybe just a moment i bring them peace
perhaps this is the only part of their life
done in the style of the old ways
and it’s good hard work
being a tea witch in the present day