melissaahowells - THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

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the cool tile in the kitchen
remind me its morning
and quiet as a prayer
I feel the early silence

I've survived one more night
of memories
to wake to do a simple morning routine
I began practicing several years before

its the everyday
usual-ness that connects me to
my life
these simple ministrations
are touchstones

the labored pumping of the coffee pot
the magic dark elixir which enables me
to face each new day

the mechanical rhythms are the breathing
of ocean waves combing the shoreline
of dawn
who'd ever thought that coffee machines
breathe like human beings....

I lean into the kitchen sink
rising and rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet
to my toes

my eyes are blinking
as I try to conjure up
the person I was
only one year ago

I was more of me back then--
now it takes a stiff jolt of coffee
and then the cacophony of early morning crows
to break this spell
called daylight

HELLO
I whisper to my black-suited friends
clamoring outside the balcony for almonds

I feel I don't know who I am
until that brief moment of joy
when I hear the crows calling to me

then I put myself away
fold myself neatly along
my worn-in creases
returning to my insides
after I've tossed a handful of almonds
over the balcony

I'm the girl who doesn't like to be touched
by strangers
but the crows
they touch me.

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TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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NOTE: I FOUND THIS POEM TUCKED IN AMONGST A WHOLE LOT OF
RAMBLINGS AND WRITINGS FROM 2017 AND DECIDED IT DESERVED A SPACE HERE
WITH THE REST OF MY POETRY...SO I EDITED AND PUT IT HERE TODAY
OCTOBER 24TH, 2022 11:01PM PST...SO THAT IT COULD FINALLY BE READ.