Dogs 2006

BEER BREAK
(1/28/06)


Thursday
afternoon
and I'm already
well past 40 hours
for the week
way too much
desk time
for anyone's
sanity

I take
10 minutes
and wander outside
the sun is shining
and the world
churns on
oblivious
to a stubborn
stupidity
that sticks
my butt
in a chair
for most of my
waking hours

I walk
to the access road
along the interstate
that bisects this
Midwestern city
and watch the traffic
flow by with destinations
certainly far beyond
this office complex
the sunshine glare
beaming to me
from passing
chrome and steel
to communicate
movement
and motion
that is sorely missed
by my sore ass

from the corner
of my squinting eye
I sense
someone approaching
along the byway
and I turn to see
a man on a bicycle
burdened with a load
that makes his journey
apparently awkward with
a balance conundrum
and as he approaches
I see that his parcel
is a 24 pack of beer
the sun is past
the yardarm
for this gentleman
and he appears
to be headed home
unsteadily
to begin a
Happy Hour
of his own
creation

what's it been?
maybe 10 years
since I've been
in a such a position?
no car
no license
sporadic jobs
but always money
somehow
for beer

others
judged me then
not as an alcoholic
but as a dreamer
believing that
my lack of drive
was caused by high
unreachable ideals
when in reality
I didn't care
to do anything
at all
but drink

I know
that his day
isn't at a close
but is just
beginning

he probably
just woke up
a few hours ago
finding
to his dismay
a severe lack
of drinking
material
and with
that problem
now solved
his daily chore
is complete

maybe there's
a middle ground
between my insanity
and his
but as I turn
and return
to my cave
of artifice
I realize
that our insanities
are somehow
one
in the
same