If a cup of tea were loneliness

I spent today drinking
tea with my brother.
We shared Darjeeling,
black, and Stichomythic
conversation. You see,
he prefers to believe
in the American. For him,
anything conceivable
is possible. How fitting
this is for a young
physicist. He tells me that
we all have an effect
upon this universe.
If only I thought
in mathematical abstractions
such a view would be
just as simple. Instead,
I stare into the black
bottom of my cup and
hope that it is a witch’s
brew that will take me
back to you.