Something for a Monday
June 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
The morning clock sounds the alarm
Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!
I pat it dutifully, then silenced,
I roll over to reclaim the quiet solitude of sleep.
Outside, shotgun blasts pierce the silence –
A neighbor, sputtering away to run the morning gauntlet.
I hear the busy signal beep of the garbage truck;
The rats will feast tonight.
Bruised and battered, I admit defeat
And rise, surrendering to consciousness
To take my place upon the treadmill,
Another cog in the great machine.
A shower, a shave, one last plea
For divine intervention, greeted
By wearied reflection, then dressed –
Mismatched socks, cold coffee, and off.
The morning trains brooks no escape
Rushing by blurred landscape,
Yesterday’s news on the next seat.
Would that it were so!
Clock watchers, back-biters, rumormongers
Around the water cooler
Did you know . . . ? Have you heard . . . ?
The 24-hour office news cycle churns.
The corporate desk, unchanging,
More coming in than going out
Slipping further behind the curve,
Another day in free fall.
Through the veneer, the broken dreams
The once upon a times and hoped for
Happy endings on display –
Etched in the faces of the nine-to-fivers.
Overhead, echoes of a ticking clock
Out of rhythm, a snail’s pace
Unmatched by the workaday beat
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Minds race while feet drag
An internal tortoise and hare race
With slow and steady destined to lose.
Welcome to Monday.
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