I looked out the window,
On this week-day morn.
A dark, gray fog,
Blanketed the corn.
The air was heavy,
So, were my thoughts.
The atmosphere, dismal,
In the murk, I felt caught.
Grabbed some coffee,
And, began to think.
Pondering the moment,
From my cup, I did drink.
As I relaxed in my chair,
I felt my mood lift.
The sky then brightened,
I thought, what a gift.
To be able to sit here,
Have for me, this time.
Just sit and be quiet.
Clear the fog from my mind.
As I looked at the clock,
Thought again, of the fog,
Better move my rear end,
Or, I’ll be late for my job.