poem of poems

its a grey day
one big cloud in the sky
color is muted almost bland

the cd player just
stopped that's how this
day feels

i've been pushing books
back & forth on my shelves
looking for something
but not sure what

sometimes the act of
touching the books is enough
it calms me

i've needed
some calming lately
(did i mention my
head hurts a bit today)

i slept til nine am
my cats ganged up on me
demanding food
i surrendered to their
demands first i had a
rendevous with
the coffee pot

i stretched & rubbed
my back i felt like
ninety & rubbed my nose
& then fetched the paper

& the day continues to be grey

DWC