3:50 PM

It's 3:50 p.m.
and it's been a rough day,
though also full
of activities I like,
and also ones
that move me
toward my dreams

I'd focus more on that
at noon or two,
or drunk tonight at nine:
but now it is 3:50 p.m.
my back hurts
and my head hurts,
and I'm vainly trying to drown
my black worries
in a cup of coffee

It's 3:50 p.m.
and the moon is weary
of circling the earth,
the earth is weary
of circling the sun,
and the very sun
is weary of shining