writing days<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
robins\u2019 trilling calls me into consciousness,<\/p>\n
singing faint, slotted light \u2013<\/p>\n
pale infusion behind the dark.<\/p>\n
warmth against my skin on sturdy sheets<\/p>\n
protect me from<\/p>\n
cold ridges of hardwood<\/p>\n
waiting for my warm, soft feet<\/p>\n
on the way to colder, harder floors.<\/p>\n
finding comfort in the fibres of slippers warmed by the heating duct.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
water streams gurgling down water pipe throats<\/p>\n
splashes cold droplets across the top of my hand to lake water memories<\/p>\n
smelling of warm algae-coloured water in<\/p>\n
summer bathing suits trapping the fragrance of freedom in fibres of synthetic \u2013<\/p>\n
synthesis of then and now in a sound, breath, and memory.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
freshly ground coffee beans smells like addiction feels<\/p>\n
so that on days when I fill the coffee bean canister,<\/p>\n
I shove my nose in the foil bag,<\/p>\n
huffing coffee oil air like a dying fish gulping for hope,<\/p>\n
remembering how it\u2019s possible to love a fragrance almost more than a child<\/p>\n
sometimes.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
those early, alley-lit, winter mornings or<\/p>\n
whispering dawn summer ones,<\/p>\n
I curse the humming, gritty drone of the coffee grinder \u2013<\/p>\n
today, though, the whispering light prays louder than the grinding,<\/p>\n
creating solace in silence once more.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
winter morning candles leak light into darkness;<\/p>\n
in summer, they trade heat with early sun-reaching pink fingers into pale blue sheets of paper skies \u2013<\/p>\n
scrawling onto pages,<\/p>\n
like me,<\/p>\n
in this soft light,<\/p>\n
forgiving to my blue bic ink<\/p>\n
on the smoothness of paper strong enough to hold my heavy words<\/p>\n
some days.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
on school days,<\/p>\n
beginning with robin or chickadee trilling prayers to start the day,<\/p>\n
I cradle my abalone shell \u2013<\/p>\n
all at once smooth and noduled like an old tree\u2019s hands \u2013<\/p>\n
filled with white sage, tobacco, and sweet grass<\/p>\n
healing me with pungent-sweet smoke,<\/p>\n
after surrendering to flame\u2019s helping heat,<\/p>\n
hovering smoke around me to put me right for the day.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
on my best day, though,<\/p>\n
the smoke hangs on me,<\/p>\n
on my paper,<\/p>\n
until hunger pangs lift me from my hard, wooden chair.<\/p>\n
cramps in hands and legs are worth it<\/p>\n
to spend hours<\/p>\n
smelling south breezes through bright windows<\/p>\n
next to my white, coffee stained writing table.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u00a9 r. l. elke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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