Damp

It's morning
but the sun is hidden
behind a heavy veil
of gray clouds

As I prepare for the day
outside my bathroom window
I hear the echoing sounds
of a dog barking
down below me
on the next block

A jaybirds's call
falls flat to the ground

The world outside
sounds empty
and uninhabited.

Perhaps this emptiness
can serve
as the peace
I so desire.

All things
subdued
by the lack
of sunlight
on shoulders.

Travelin along, singin a song.....

Time goes by.

The rate at which it goes is beginning to scare.
STOP. PLEASE.
I can't smell the flowers with everything whizzing.
It's the race of hurdles that never ends.
Miles and miles of running and jumping
Tripping and struggling to get up
To run some more.

Inside is a person longing to be idle.
To be quiet.
No ringing in the ears.
No car to climb into
on the way to another destination.

Aching to sit.
To watch TV.
To knit.
Something other than garter stitch.

How do people find spare time for TV?
Or books?
The queue grows taller
the shelves fill up with literature.
Unread
but eagerly anticipated.

Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe next week.
Maybe when?
???