Tea

My first cup of
Tea is at
Six AM.

I have it before
I eat,
Before I recall the
Color of today.

It takes the edges off the
Colors, which is what
I need it to do
If I have Choir that day.
No one likes sensory
Overload at
Seven in the morning.

It's hot and good,
And makes the day
Doable until my mind
Is ready to
Take it on.

My second cup is at
Three PM.

I have it after
Practice, trying to
Warm up from the rain
And exhaustion.

It helps me wake up,
To regulate my temperature
And to be alive.

Lord knows I need help with
That sometimes.

My third cup is at
Seven in the evening.

This one is to calm me down,
Release the tension of the
Day.
The days isn't over,
But its closer, and I'm trying
Not to give up hope.

My mom makes this one,
Bringing it to me as I sit,
Nearly asleep at the computer
Screen.

The last cup is at midnight.

Herbal and unsweetened,
It tastes of lavender and chamomile,
The end of the day,
And turns off the churning machine
That is my brain.

Always thinking.

I drink it as the day begins,
And then leave my cup at the table.
I will need it at
Six AM.