I hope they're right about how much of life is just showing up. Got a headache, feel like hell. All I have are a couple handfuls of morose lines that formed in my head as I drove home from Annapolis.
Dirt hazes my windshield,
clouds clot the sky, insinuating rain
as I take the road.
All the edges are knocked off
and though my tires clutch the gravel,
Perhaps new wiper blades. Perhaps sunshine.
Perhaps something that will clear my head.
Maybe I can come up with more later. Right now I'm just here to keep my promise that I'll write a "poem" a day.