I wake up heavy
my head feels
as if it weighs
A hundred pounds
A thousand-
-ten thousand.
I worry as to what
the day will bring.
I try to clear
my monkey mind,
rise quietly,
make some coffee
with chicory.
Fire up the laptop.
In surfing the net
looking for everything
finding nothing.
The coffee's ready.
I add cream
tons of sugar,
sip and wait
until the weight
subsides.
I shower succinctly,
quickly, with unbidden haste
as always.
It never takes long
I don't why
except that it's morning.
NPR shares the latest
news of what's hapening
in their limited view
of the world.
Or at least how they see it.
My head is less heavy.
In fact, it's lighter.
I smile my first smile
of the day.
I feel much better
in this way.
Checking the weather
I tril the goattee,
dress quickly,
turn off the coffee pot
grab my keys
my bag, but no lunch.
Waving at the mothers
who wave at me
at the end of the street
with their kids
waiting for the bus.
Heading over to I-95
I slip into traffic,
that snarled succubus.
My head is no longer heavy
as my heart is lifted
by Harry Connick, Jr's crooning.
John Mayer or Michael Buble.
The time creeps slowly
as the traffic crawls,
while I slowly
pen this poem
in my head.
My morning moves on
This is not my life
or wha I ever
wanted it to be
without you.
Every day is almost
like the next,
or the ones before.

05/11/2009