No Pablo Neruda

Essays on life, work and literature

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.

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4 Comments»

  GM wrote @

The feeling is one of unravelling here…intriguing, Katie, intriguing…

G

  nopabloneruda wrote @

About as intriguing as feeling very tired and having a terrible bout of Mondayitis. Anything, well almost anything, would have been better than going to work this morning. This morning I would have liked to have been a pastry chef.

  GM wrote @

Ah, but you make more dough doing what you’re doing I think.

  nopabloneruda wrote @

Yeah but this is not necessarily how I want to put the bread on the table…


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