by Maureen Fitzmahan
Let us go then, you and I…
What does Eliot mean, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons?”
Is he speaking of being overwhelmed about little issues in life? Has the stuffed-up toilet in my bathroom ruined my whole day? My whole week? Is the national news making me crazy? Am I haunted by the “Drump?”
Or does the poet mean something more positive. Do I look at the moments? Appreciating the sun peaking through the San Francisco summer fog. Do I hear the little voice in the morning asking, “Hey, Meme, do you want to play Legos with me?” “Come read with me.”
There are parts of my week I feel my life being measured out with coffee spoons.
And then there are days I just need some more coffee.