morning poem

[tinpra]

Gray though the day
and raining and drear
Though I've had all kinds of spills
disgusts and silly trials
Though no one is here
and it's quiet and slow
Though I should be sleepy
though I should be dragging
though I should be dreading
and counting hours
and frustrated by future-time stretching out
and out
and out before me
I'm full of joy
full of peace
full of anticipation and excitement

There's nothing new to do
I'm writing up the bleak things I have before me to do
but they're just things to do
not things to be

The weekend stretches before me
company and good food
Maybe conversation
maybe frustration
But I'm looking forward to joy
I'm looking forward to more
to 'morrow
The week is past
I'm putting it behind
I'm looking ahead
even if it never comes
I'm living I'm reaching for what is
and turning my face from what was