April Fools

I am creating the reality I want.

Up too late, up too early. Still missing a lot.
Watching the rain fall steadily onto 7th Street.
Indecision - trying to deal - finally heading out.
Try the simplest way over the river. Circle back.
Watching two loner gulls fly over, bigwinged, upstream.
Too slow over Memorial Bridge. Look out at the water.
Watching the raindrops bounce off of the car roofs.
The Mercedes shifts lanes, then back again, then over.
Watching the water accelerating backwards in rivulets.
All this morning lacked was a heavy-ass motorcade.
Powder puffs of steam rise against slate grey clouds.
Wrong lane. Wrong lane. The rain is falling down.
Watching one lone starling hop in a tree overhead.
Left lane, turn, back. The rain is falling still.
Breathing - trying to clear - just get on with it.
The first parking meter had taped on it: out of order.
I have enough change, and a mostly-working umbrella.
My coworkers are nice people. I do the best I can.

I own all my thoughts and feelings.