Today's prompt from Memphis Writers was "It's 10:00 a.m. and the sun still hasn't risen."
It's 10:00 a.m. and the sun still hasn't risen.
I check my phone.
I check my computer,
I check the clock behind me on the wall,
I mumble an excuse,
Check the clock in the breakroom.
go out to my car, get my charger,
come back inside,
Feels like time to go home.
Just a dark grey sky
which looks like it is full of clouds
holding in the rain,
Hard to tell if it is a several small clouds
or a few big ones.
If I wasn’t at work, I’d go back to bed.
Pretending to sleep would be more fun
than dealing with customers and co-workers
whose moods reflect the sky,
Dark, uncertain, potentially stormy.
I impatiently wait
like everyone else
for the storm to blow through.
How much damage,
How long to fix everything,
And whether we will ever be sunny again.