To Drop

Purple Profundity

i sit
looking out
of a window
fine rain drawing lines
down
down
from the sky
drips drop falling
from single sand-cherry leaves
plumb
also to the ground
one here
one there
does the rain decide
where to fall
does the drop choose
when to let go
does it consider
or does it simply do as it is meant
to do
and fall
is it directed beyond itself
by the flowing Tao

do i worry myself about lists and inventories and intent
do i fill my time with lists of pains

may i stop looking for what is wrong
and stop trying to make it right
and simply be

I wonder if it is too much to ask to simply notice the simply being
the drips singing
down
to the ground.
–elisabeth connelley

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A Way of Expressing A Bad Night, Had and a New Day

Tossing and turning and thinking and viewing
Chest clenched
First roiling and next fidgeting feet
Still–to solid
Heavy weight
Soft suggestion
Sleep
and quiet
Before
eyes open
yet again
to sigh
then start
to feel the quality of the light
and the clock pronouncing
the tomb-time
earliness
resistant to my noticing
a spark of joy
in earlier days
and later nights
out of the tomb
to feel earth
spin round
into Sun

–elisabeth connelley

6:16 a.m. November 16 (What is Elisa Doing Today)

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

I Follow My Eyes, She Said

Purple Profundity

Dirty Keys
Rosemary
Thyme
A Round Red Pot
Cobalt Blue glimpsing out from behind Ruffled Curtain
I follow my eyes, she said
Soft yellow lamp light, from an old right bulb
Pooling on Deep Orange Red and Almond Blossom
Fabric covered seat
Achievements
Showcased
In the corner
I follow my eyes, she said
Discarded Cane
Three styles of shoes
Steady now
Dried Red leaf long straight stem
Propped and top tipped over
At right angle to worn baseboard
Where it fell

–elisabeth connelley

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Trapped or Protected

enclosed in your fist
i was safe
what if
i feel abused
and then you sigh
and you carefully open a space between two fingers
and i peer out
and i see
that I am being
held
up
close
in the light
of the sun
there is no ground beneath me
there is no where to run
there is not yet
any safe space
to be put down
–elisabeth connelley

I forgot somehow to run and to play around and around, up and then down laughing at you watching me as the flame rises and I float off in union. Maybe I can remember how. Please forgive me. I cannot forgive myself. At least…not yet.