Spilt Tea – A Poem

There is that moment

You hold your breath and wait

Will this ruin everything or can it all be saved

Then a rush of movement

The adrenaline surges

Another pause before you panic

You wait and wait and hold your breath and wait

The light is back

You breathe a sigh of relief

No damage done

Back to work now

Type away

Back to work now

Sans your tea


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