everyday
starts the same
a cup of coffee
a wish
a dream
clouds
of uncertainty

dressing
unfashionably
smiling
uneasily
pleasing
no one
but self
in a selfless style

light
fusing
objects
blending
rain drops
splattering
puddles
forming
waiting
to reflect
the sun
as they evaporate

just like the words
never materializing
into thought
a process lost
on some cold January day
or was it
in the dead air
and sweat
of July

did it matter
does it now

only if succumbing
to boredom