Cloudy, overcast, quiet—
the world is still on this morning.
No birds.
No squirrels.
No movement.
The rain has stopped.
Leaves on the ground,
wet, muddy, decomposing.
An occasional drip.
What does one do with this backdrop?
The type of day that says go back to bed,
a Monday full of responsibility,
task list rolling through the mind.
The race will start
with a coffee pot brewing like a starting gun.