It's 09:22

I'm looking at the shape of the morning sunlight
On the wall outside my window.

I should be working

It begins as a rectangle then slowly changes to a resemble a rhombus
And to the right of this vibrating shape before me there is a window
A dark screen in place to project a show for me alone
To watch the reflections of a bright blue winter sky
Light, mellow clouds
And the vapour trail of an aeroplane
I'm holding onto this moment
Of blissful transportation
And as the vapour trail begins to dissolve
I realise
That throughout the whole time
I was thinking of you
Every new formation of sunlight and cloud
Was made of you

Oh! The weight of 09:27

I really should be working