(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Today I decided to have a little tea time while the kids were away at Spanish. The sun’s coming in just right (is it the blinds positioned most perfectly, or this incredible weather that can’t help but show itself to the indoors? I don’t know, but what’s happening is glorious). I pull ee Cummings out of my bag; the trick that gets me through most Fridays. At this point in the week I am desperate for solitude… longing for something that goes on easy… aching for exhale. Well, today weekend rehab came early. Cummings and I had a tea date, and amidst my steaming derjeeling, the white-yellow light, and the most perfectly chosen words you ever read, 

I found rest.  

i have found what you are like

        i have found what you are like

        the rain,

                (Who feathers frightened fields

        with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

        easily the pale club of the wind

        and swirled justly souls of flower strike

        the air in utterable coolness

        deeds of green thrilling light

                                      with thinned

        newfragile yellows

                          lurch and.press

        -in the woods

                     which

                          stutter

                                 and

                                    sing

        And the coolness of your smile is

        stirringofbirds between my arms;but

        i should rather than anything

        have(almost when hugeness will shut

        quietly)almost,

                       your kiss