And I Get Up

and i get up
i make the tea

and i move
I read–mail, blogs, articles

and I ponder
are you okay

and I listen
who is in need, who is pleased, who is in fear

and I fly
outward in a ripple
answering the call

and I swallow
the tea

and I breathe
my edges back to me

and I consider
the cat, the baby beets

and I imagine
their tiny roots stretching, like that cat
through the soil, searching
made for grounding
automatic
sparks

and I get up

–elisabeth connelley

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~ by Elisa on August 29, 2013.