Mental Health Day
Heather A. Truett
“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons…”
T. S. Eliot
The rain is a tattoo on my windowpane.
I sew myself to sofa cushions, knit the cat
into my morning with her white paw resting
on my shoulder. Her black nose is near
my ear. I hear the throat hum sound
of kitty contentment and sip Honduran coffee,
poppies growing on the mug. The fan blades
swirl their circles, steady, invisible dust.
The rain tangles up my motivation, and I won’t
move much today, won’t tie my tennis shoes,
won’t get into my Prius, won’t battle Memphis
streets with windshield wipers swinging;
a salsa dance to a rhythm I can’t match. I am out
of spoons, no tools for scooping another hour
of concentration from my brain, instead, I stay
here with the cat, the coffee, and the water drops.
Today’s a day to sit at home, touch the cat’s fur,
purr just like her as the clock ticks by
moments and the calendar’s colored boxes of places
to be, drip past with the clouds. I only breathe.
All of the tasks on the list of to dos are pinned
fast to the pages, and they will still be there
when the day is done.
Heather Truett is a mom to teen boys, a student at the University of Memphis, and a slightly heretical pastor’s wife. The Scientific Method of Getting Luckie, her debut novel, releases in 2021.