Crevasse: Blown

Woke up groggily,
Backache and shingles itch,
Still feels muggy,
As usual, made some coffee,

Listening to an audiobook,
No Buddhism, but science fiction,
Giving the Buddha a rest
As he’s been working way too hard lately,

Continuous effort may be
Some sort of standard,
But around here
Everybody needs a break some time,

But what is a break?
Reality never stops rolling along,
But there are interludes of calm
Amongst the throng,

How luxuriously decadent
To have any time at all
To reflect and consider
What’s up,

The view out the window
Is not very restful
For there’s a huge cloud bank
Blowing past with great speed,

The white fluffiness
So glaringly bright
It hurts my sleep-crusted eyes,
And I turn away blinking,

Losing all track of
That to which I’m listening
While I’m typing,
Pausing occasionally to take a sip,
Way too busy already, and barely mindful at all!