The morning air is crisp
as it prickles my dry skin.
I feel a sudden alertness, maybe panic,
as I rise and set off to do drone work.
It’s all a routine now–
wake, get the kids ready, get myself ready,
go to work, think about being somewhere else,
come home from work, eat, sleep.
This morning I drag a bit,
I sip a little longer on my coffee,
I stare a little longer out the window,
and I think a little longer about my life.
I realize this life is happy, comfortable, cozy,
but is it fulfilled?
Have I reached my potential?
Of course the answer is–
shower time for the kids.
Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll have better answers,
but I suspect everything will be the same,
a comfortable routine, like an endless loop
and I’m hoping the groundhog would die already.