white mist hides the
familiar shapes of houses, trees, mountains.
the air is damp and
chilly as I drop’em off to daycare for a while.
I crawl back into bed and
convince myself I have nothing better to do
but be comfortably hidden under sheets and covers.
For a couple of hours I’ll not be here, I’ll have no voice, no presence.
I’ll greet the day at noon.
My phone rings and I
can’t sleep with it screaming for me
like a desperate reminder of my whole life of responsibilities.
I guess I’ll be here after all.