April 6

hmmmmm


I want to write
about  flowers
or birds
or cute little forest-y animals

But all I have
is morning blues,
coffee
and trying to muster the energy I need
to get ANYTHING done.


Closing my eyes
any sort of clever verbal imagery
eludes me
I see only
the darkness behind my eyelids
and the random
faces that appear there sometimes.
I try the breathing trick
Put on my mask
and head out for the day.