No Pablo Neruda

Essays on life, work and literature

Archive 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.