breathing treatment and Chinese Breakfast Tea just
after 5:30 am or is it 6:30 am and strangely dark 33
degrees in the middle of November what do I expect
still looking for Summer 80s breeze resentful laughing
at myself noting the still green grass
cranberry stained glass leaves gone to crumple in the
20 degree freeze of yestermorn now holding stock still
valiant and full of spread smooth strength and obstinance
to cling and to quiver shiver in the dark
maybe not a shiver–a wave hello fellow living thing to
fellow living thing awake in the dark
the kitchen has basil now and lemons bright yellow
lemons in a blue and white designed bowl special
scalloped edges cinnamon scent spirals up into my
nose pearls of tea bumps between my thumb and
finger squeezing free every exquisite and e-wordless
drop into the favored cup between my lips heaven
passes and sighs
–elisabeth connelley
Elisa's Spot 