Dogs 2012

MINOR DREAD
(2/7/12)


I feel
it
coming

the weekly
dose
of the morose

that
perpetual
Sunday afternoon/evening
sinking
spell
from simply knowing
what lies ahead
the next
morning

a gnawing
of loss
for the dimming
sun

sands
passing
much
too quickly
above
to below

sometimes
the routine
is a blessing
allowing focus
upon the minutia
of the day
while blocking
the enormity
of existence

other times
the standard
schedule
is a nuisance
a tiny prison
of hopes
and desires
that grants
no release

no opportunity
to focus
on greater
things

still
I am grateful

the biggest
Monday
of them all
will someday
loom

no Tuesday
will follow