Monday, August 16, 2010

Commute



Black.
Everything's dark.
But I've got to drag
myself
out of bed.
So early.
Too early.

Slow.
Everything's stopped.
All I see are the
brake lights
of the cars in front of me.
Snail's pace.
Inching forward.

Hi everybody.
We nod to each other
then pretend not to notice.
The nurse calls us in.
Then we hurry out.

And outside it's light.
Too bright.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Only someone who has been there can understand what you mean by this...waking up so early...going to the doctor's office...then getting to work on time with a smile as if you just rolled out of bed when really your morning started way too long ago...