Morning Time by Ellie
(Written the morning of October 16, 2007)
“Right now I am sitting outside in the cold air on the balcony of the Berber home we are staying at.
I have no idea what time it is.
I just know that
I woke up with the sun shining in and the urge
to pee.
Everyone else is still asleep.
A rooster is crowing.
Repeatedly.
And I have placed my bum
on the bright geometric patterns
of a handmade wool Berber carpet.
The cold air feels good.
I was hot in my sleeping bag.
I am alone
with myself
and
Marvel
at the
High Atlas Moroccan Morning.
Peace. Salaam. And Good Morning.”
Ellie's Visual Poem as a Slideshow
(To see full size click on the icon all the way to the right of the slide show tool bar (the 2 people side by side)
Comments
That was very refreshing, even though there were a few preposition errors.
When I woke up this morning, my roommate was cleaning her side of the room. My roommate is just like you--a real life morning person. But no, she doesn't think IHOP is better at 6:00 in the morning. You are still unique in that.
I'm doing my laundry now and it makes me happy. Cooking and doing my own laundry is strangely satisfying. Did you know you can make chicken curry in the microwave? Actually, I'm not sure you can, but I'm going to try anyway.
When we're all back in Houston, after we go to Borders, I will make blueberry pancakes for everyone.
Posted by: Michelle | October 20, 2007 11:17 PM