But what was she to wish for?

But what was she to wish for?

As she walked away from everything,

Everything she’d ever known, loved,

Given a damn about.

She couldn’t help but wonder,

Oh yes, always wondering.

Why? How?

Was this world literally spinning differently?

He was there,

A breathing reminder,

Of all that was different.

Of all that was wrong.

So what was a witch to do?

When all the world was taken from her?

She needed tea.

Strong tea.

Sweet tea.

Soothing tea.

She opened her pouch,

The last possessions of her home world,

Stowed away so precious,

She looked fondly,

Reverently caressing,

Delicately smelling,

Desperately yearning.

She conjured a fire,

A familiar friend,

Even in a world so distant.

The stranger helped with a local pot,

And the water too.

She watched it boil.

However alien,

this was her brew.

Green tea leaves to soothe,

Rose for hope and love,

Dill for luck and cunning,

And marigold to strengthen the spirit.

As her birds fluttered around her,

She drank slow but deep,

Her concoction warming her belly,

And easing her mind.

And as her mind began to process,

The events that had come and gone.

She smiled,

Because like so often before,

She couldn’t help but smile at life.

For see,

she realised the question hadn’t changed.

What was she to do with herself now?

No, what had changed,

Was her perspective on it.

Her emotions.

The feeling in her gut.

Her situation,

Was exactly the same,

As it had been,

Just a moment before,

She had just taken that sip.

At least to the untrained eye.

But see,

for as witch,

she knew,

While everything may look the same.

In that brief moment,

So much had changed.