Life as a Teabag

A poem I wrote on an unlearning journey with Bayo Akomolafe in 2015

Packet of joy to some,

Irrelevant soggyness to many.

Bagged up and sent out into the world,

A hit of refreshment, a tonic, a quencher.

What do i give?

I am a vessel, a bringer of liquid story.

From places so magical, you have no idea.

There is soul from soils,

great growing energies from plants,

sunlight memories,

ancient insect kisses and caresses,

connections and consequences,

weathers, winds and rains.

All have helped shape me and my fellow travellers

in this small paper cell.

I give myself up to the boiling waters 

and offer you everything.

Releasing my histories and mysteries, 

completely and without hesitation.

All I ask is that you return me,

to the soils of your land.

Where I may rest in peace and 

melt into new and uncertain beginnings.