Ready for Nothing

All of a sudden, he is looking at it, there in the kitchen.
Peering down at the spoon pressing the teabag against the side of the cup,
Squash, squash…squash,…
Squeezing, squeezing, watching the colour deepen.
A thousand worries held at bay.
Doom, death, depression all at once
Banging their little fists,
Behind a thick wall of glass.
And here, now…
So very, very little actually going on.