Rainy, weepy, cloudy, sleepy.
Perhaps I could rouse some energy
but to what point,
to what point?
This day’s potential deflated in early morning hours
upon waking unnatural, unnecessary.
Flat the day moves like a tortoise.
Today I sit on the sidelines of the race.
Wasted it feels, what may have been “but for.”
So here, so now, the only potential
is to hope for a better tomorrow,
and to love what is in gentle kindness.