Words.

Monday Blues
To look forward to the beginning
of the week,
for that space of
fifteen minutes of fame,
wherein I would say
nothing
but look to listen
attentively,
yearning for just a word
to fall, to spring forth,
that would guide the rest
of the week.
Should there be more…

And the blues will
fall like hail
crashing down upon me
as I live through
the moment,
pondering over possibilities
imagining the impossibilities
all these coming not
single spies
but…

When that window is closed,
the rest of the week
will be silence.