Sunday morning sipping tea.
Different from past Sundays.
No newspaper. No black and white movie on t.v.
No coffee (too acidic, causes arthritis, gums up your joints).
Now I sit at the kitchen table
still in my robe at noon
laptop computer wirelessly surfing the net
from one website to the oddly connected next
like a cyber version of six degrees of Kevin Bacon.
From the blood type diet to the blood type of Jesus
to a blog about Ernest Angley to a Wiccan site (for balance)
to a chakra site to Shirley MacLaine’s site
which talked about her new book
and had the first chapter online
which mentioned the connection of musical tones to colors
and how that is evidenced in the chakra system
which made me think . . .
Connection. Colors. Tones. Energy centers. Emotion.
So I wrote a poem about the color of anger.
Can’t you see I’m working?