Case of the Mondays

The poem I planned for today,

Is really perfect for next Thursday.

Instead of sharing one I’ve already got, 

Here’s one from the press, steaming hot.

See, I have ideas with deadlines to meet. 

Hell, I even made a spreadsheet. 

But yesterday I gave myself a little nudge. 

And allowed my rigidity to budge. 

It made me present during my morning wander, 

Grateful that this shift allowed me to ponder. 

To contemplate life’s timing, 

And words to use so this is rhyming. 

Then I hear a Crow above it all, 

On a telephone pole. She had to make a call, 

To someone that is long distance, 

For in her heart is their only existence. 

You can hear it in her caw, 

The grief is still very raw. 

She must have lost them years ago, 

Because that's how it goes, you know?