I look out of the window,
The sun is shining on a new day.
Is that the same sun that rose yesterday?
Someone tell me
Last night I glanced at the moon -
How much it looked like the one before
Though it wasn’t
The bitter wind brought me back
To this reality, this existence
This life, this defective video,
Wrapped up and sent
Book-rate to a destination unknown
What is to come?
The weatherman is home on sick-leave
Customer support is out to lunch
I am alone
I stand solid, still
Body immobile, mind reeling
The blue sky comforts yet scrapes at me
All has changed, yet nothing has.