Five Minutes Monday Morning
Eleven fifty-five,
What’s left?
Coffee made, suburban meaning
More? Well, make a list,
Check—check the list
How much of it’s repeated?
Breathe in, breathe out
Better now the weather’s changed
Autumn’s here at last, I think
Cooler, clearer air
Or I can pretend
How much of the difference is inside?
But there’s anxiety in the pit
Well, it’s Monday morning
I used to read five-minute mysteries;
Five-minute words—I
Believe it could be worse
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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October 11, 2016 at 3:43 am
oh. a vivid snippet inside your world, brother. I hope the anxiety will subside soon. ❤
October 11, 2016 at 8:35 pm
I’m thankful for all your encouragement, sister!
October 13, 2016 at 1:05 am
always available to you, brother. 😉
October 12, 2016 at 8:19 pm
Monday seems to have been a tough day. I’m sorry for that and hope you’re feeling a bit better now. Perhaps, the change in light is not so good right now for things like anxiety.
October 12, 2016 at 8:29 pm
That’s true. The darkening days can be difficult.