Day 131: Midday Blues

My writing comes a little late today, a little towards the second half, the other hour of the day. As those who take shelter from the rain and stare outside, some who are sitting and typing away at their offices and labs, in between buildings and places and coffee shops alike. In between these hours and between some productive ones is a time that often feels just a little blue, just a little blah. Though there is passivity in what I feel today, I wish to endear these wee hours in the mid afternoon. The rising challenges that will face a few and some who will lead themselves to more productive endeavors. My midday blues that sing to me and remind me to write poetry

Midday Blues

I write from the middle today, 

Somewhere between the evening, night and day

Somewhere where I can count and find

The hours of the day that are left behind

I write from the couches or lazy sofas in the lab,

Among the coffee breaks and break rooms that we had

We are unchanged by very little, and changed by so much more

And yet we are sticking to our routines as ever before.

There are those will find conversations that they attend

Some will even participate and some who will alleviate

The words that will be spoken will somehow leave your mind

As often as the Midday Blue that never leaves me behind.

I play Jazz records on endless loops, I create music from memory

And for whatever maybe the reason we have chosen what this hour could be

Kick back for a while, spend this time in pursuits where your mind wanders

For me now the blues and hues and the rain, are among thoughts I ponder.