Laura Grace Weldon ~
Get out my green mug, round as a pregnant belly.
Casually pour grounds in the filter
despite monitoring devices warning
of an intruder’s presence.
Act normally. Breathe deeply.
Let the cosmic swirl of cream in hot coffee
remind me how small one lifetime is
in an infinite universe. Remember
the Vedas say God’s playfulness is expressed
through perpetual creation and dissolution.
Quell fear. Be peace.
Ignore creaks and groans as intruder
inches closer. Pretend
the future is a given,
as it was before
About the poet:
Laura Grace Weldon is the author of a poetry collection, Tending , and has a book of essays due out soon. She has written poetry with nursing-home residents, used poetry to teach conflict resolution and painted poems on beehives, although her work appears in more customary places such as Neurology, Verse Daily , J Journal , the penmen review , Literary Mama , Christian Science Monitor, Mom Egg Review  and Pudding House. Her website is lauragraceweldon.com .
About the poem:
“Our most ordinary days seem unremarkable until we can no longer take them for granted.”
Johanna Shapiro and Judy Schaefer