Ellie’s verses

December Growing Pains

A million pushes and pulls

Like tides inside my gut

My heart fills my stomach

I’ve missed the snow

I haven’t missed this feeling

I don’t know what to say to you these days

But I feel like writing again

Music makes more sense

And people seem more strange.



I passed three people

Checking their mail

On the drive home today.

The sun was orange

And hung low and heavy in the sky.

It was 4:03.

There was ice on the roads.

Maybe I am made for that sort of life.

Normalcy and routine.

Checking the mail

At the same time as my neighbor.

Making eye contact.

Remarking about the weather

In foggy breaths.

Smiling and perpetuating

Those little priceless moments

Of domestic comradry.