No Pablo Neruda
Essays on life, work and literatureArchive for May 11, 2009
Monday Morning Is Always Hard
I am having wayward thoughts
I am contemplating
Life beyond the curtain of the law
I am transgressing my position
I am dreaming dreams unbidden
I am having wayward thoughts
That I may have had before
This morning I slept later
Than my alarm would normally summon
And this morning I walked faster
Then I usually do, to work
But my eyes were half in slumber
All this morning, the office tundra
Made my sleeping eyes so tired
And my sleepy movements jerk
I am scattered across papers
I am reaching for my coffee cup
I am scattered across continents
I have barely woken up
I am dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
I am having wayward thoughts
And the directions they are travelling
Maybe I’ve always sought
I would like to say I’m trying
I am trying, to get my numb work done
But it’s hard to write these letters
When I’m far away, still asleeping,
Far away, my suit undone.