Sunday Morning Coffee

The heat hasn’t been turned on in this house yet. Seems a little early when we’ve got a week of highs in the 80s looming ahead of us. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted already, what with waking up and finding the temperature in the house hovering somewhere in the low 60s thanks to these cooler nights. I’m going to try to hold out at least another week. If my sinuses stage a mutiny, you know why.

Orange spice tea with a squeeze of lemon this morning. The real deal, not that orange drink mix thing, though that’s absolutely delicious as well.

Poem in Your Pocket Day

Today is national Poem in Your Pocket Day, which is as simple as it sounds. You carry a poem in your pocket and share it with people throughout the day.

Here’s a little secret about me — I carry a poem in my pocket every day. It’s my phone wallpaper and every time I go to check a tweet or read a text, there it is in front of me. I thought I had shared it here before, but I’ve looked back and all I could find was an instagram photo that I posted featuring it, so, here you go.

eecummings

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

– e. e. cummings