I was hoping for a rainy Sunday, or a federal Monday
for some quiet hum or a morning in bed
for a reposed window seat or a walk down the sidewalk
where no other feet are feeling their way about.
I was putting stock in a change of pace to decrease my heartrate–
running is good for the vessel but bad for the blood.
I was counting on a breath of air to refresh my mental state–
A/C is good for the clothing but bad for the skin.
I was wanting to go out, or in.
I was hoping for a change of something,
for a change of something,
for a change
I was trusting in a change of something.
Then I got a day off,
and it rained,
and I stayed in bed all day,
and I was still there.