Late Monday

Fold it up,
Put it away,
Close the drawer,
Put papers in order.

Get your coat,

Get your hat,
Get your scarf,
Get your umbrella.

It was dark when

you arrived,
It is dark while you
leave.

Shuffle in the crowd,

Weave through the masses,
Find your space, your seat,
your car, your train.

Sit,

Close your eyes,
Dwell on it,
Let it go.

Play your game,

plug in the music,
Read the words,
chat.

Don’t think about

all the time spent thinking
about time spent thinking about
the time it’ll take.

It’s late Monday

and Tuesday will
come with fresh torments
or joys whether you want
it to or not.