A Song After Tea

Some days I wake up and see my life,
before me there is someone whom I meet
everytime I begin to run away.

Today there was heavy rain.
An upright river pounded
against the streets and buildings.

The soil too took it all in,
the grass saturated, satiated,
I waited for nothing more.

Now it has ceased.
Giant trucks slosh through deep pools
on the uneven road.

When I finish my cup of tea
I clean all the dishes
and put them on the shelf.

Besides me, there are many people in this world
always trying to finish something
even at the very point beginning, we sing:

"Tip me over and pour me out."