On the Floor
The floor and cabinets and walls and I are too familiar. Always faithful to hold my weight. It’s just another day. A little rainy Thursday. Mood to fit. I slept wrong so my arm hurts. Still adjusting to being back at work. Remy is too. Maybe it’s the culmination of it all. I am tired. All the time. And today I’m on the floor. Overwhelmed. Sad but grateful. How did I end up here? Another question without a satisfactory answer. It’s never how you think it’s gonna be. Your life. At least mine hasn’t been. But I wouldn’t change it. I am also wondering if and when I’ll run out of gas. Good thing these cabinets and this floor can hold the heaviness.