Sleepy and Septembery

a fall poem written hastily
at work
on a computer
yes, there’s a window next to my screen
yes, I see the faint outline of Camel’s Hump
on the horizon through fog
yes, I hear clicking keyboards
and squeaks of chairs
yes, I have a florescent light shining overhead
and people talking over my head
and so this is a fall of sorts:
a fall of beautiful surroundings
a fall of my freedom to create
a fall of my heart into his
a falling away from this dullness
that has been filling my days
making me sleepy
making me miss
wispy Septembery days