mostly buzzing around the house on espresso
Hello Everyone
I was at the swimming pool this morning, and it was one of the days where they don’t turn the electric lights on, so the morning comes through onto the water and you swim through puddles of sunlight. I was doing just that when this Billy Collins poem came into my head, and I wanted to share it. It seemed important to appreciate and hold onto any fleeting moments of feeling really alive when you have that huge privilege.
Morning
Billy Collins, 1998.
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
Also, hello to anyone new. I hadn’t consolidated my website mailing list with my substack- I hope you’ll want to stay. I normally just send updates about news, sales, playlists, things like that.
Speaking of which, I’m slowly getting together a small seconds sale, and will share details soon.
In the meantime, I’m having a lot of early starts at the studio working on a large order, excited to share more details later in the year!
Hope you all have a good day, and not too much espresso.
Ali x