Oct 3: Connections

I come to this
constructed room 

each morning --

computer, books,
table. 

On the wall,

Frida Khalo,
holding hands 

with her divided self,

looks down on
me, and yet

in this moment,


my past, present,
future 

all stream into story,

into some sense
that even on days

too full with
obligation,

the African violet 

unfolds its newest blossom,

the tiny marble
elephant lifts 

its