A steady ritual starts at five when the sun barely shines
A somnolent rise despising time’s constant ticking prompt
Make haste, don’t be late, chop-chop, get up
I lay aestheticized
In a numbing malaise, moxie escapes traverse my mind
Til pungent aromas inspire my rise toward a closer destination
I linger, sipping dark-roast indulgence
Til time tick-tocks chop-chop
Prompting a grittier caper along steel rails
With well-tailored companions
Bumbling inaudible tidings
Consciousness buried in modern devices
Streaming a serener existence
These soul-searching moments I partake
With traveling mates
Click-clacking along dark tunnels
Arriving at dusk-to-dawn destinations
Til five when the sun barely shines and the ritual rewinds
Inversely, I arrive at a homier destination
Hoping perchance, tomorrow’s a better day
Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups
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Tomorrow can always be better! Hope you’re having a good weekend 😊
Hi Simon! I plan to do a lot of writing on my book today. I’ve been struggling with writer’s block, but hope to push through! I hope you have a great weekend!!!
Haha! Hope springs eternal in the commuter breast, eh? I know it all too well. Keep having them them dashed all too well, too 🙂
I recently opt for the remote work space, no more crazy commutes. It certainly has a way of dashing one’s spirits. Thanks for the comment,! 🙂
It feels like I was there
Nine to five, I think we can all identify. Thank you! 🙂