The sun is not scheduled
to rise tomorrow,
but he might show up
as is his habit.
The water-cooler conversation
has grown tiresome, and
has overstayed its welcome,
even seeping into the hallways,
dripping down the elevator shaft,
and gushing through the front door.
Someone today
will complain about
their sunburn, forgetting
the point of yesterday,
and the shrapnel lodged
in some bridegroom’s eye.
These things aren’t hypothetical.
They are habitual, and as rhythmically
predictable as the sun who
keeps showing up
uninvited.
Great poem, as always :) But the upgrade to paid button appears right smack in the middle of it. Not sure if that was intentional but I almost didn't realize there was a second part.