Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Yesterday

Yesterday was nothing to write about.
I didn't see the moving of God's hand.
There were no hoarse whispers
at the edge of my hearing.
There was no crepitis crack
beneath my hands.
The smell of morphine still hints at my hair,
but my coffee tastes like back to normal.

8 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Yep, that was yesterday -- come to think of it, might be today, too!! Have a Happy Week, MZ!

Fireblossom said...

Never doubt the coffee gods, Kel.

ayala said...

Some days are like that....

Gail said...

Beautiful.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

I recognize this day. Mine was more eventful because I wrote my 500th blog post but that's a rare day.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

I recognize this day. Mine was more eventful because I wrote my 500th blog post but that's a rare day.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Even a day with nothing to write about turns to poetry in your hands. I wish I had your endurance.

Mary said...

Ah yes, thank goodness for normal tasting coffee.