The tea is hot and steaming, refreshing yet scalding
I take a moment in time, to embrace what is only mine
this moment, this tea, this me.
The toil is everywhere, it is in my bones
My hands ache and my back aches and my feet ache
and my head hurts and my arms are sore and my toes are even sore.
I build and move, I shove and push, I twist and turn, I slant and fix.
I toil for others, and jobs I did not invent,
yet these jobs invent me, I become someone new
based on
what I do.