We Be, Merry Monks (?)

it’s raining and cold and

i’m content to not be 

occupying anything other

than my own mind

which is likely less

organized than a city 

park with tents and 

drum circles and ipads

 

i have an 800 credit rating

and school loans greater

than fifty K and a house

valued a smidgen or two

greater than said loans by

the tax collectors, and i can

go ride a bike after driving

some hours to the trail head

 

the rain falls in a mist, the

skies are somber grey with

no light of white-ness, just

the drab distorted kind that

filters through seemingly

miles of thick clouds that

hang in every direction, 

yes, north south east west