crack in the ceiling

there is work
to be done, paper
work mostly
that sits and sits
on the diningroom
table, the calculator
plugged in,
the coffee on,
pencils sharpened,
the ledger open
and waiting, as
blank now as a
white winter sky
at dawn. but you put
it off as you do
the call you need
to make, the talk
you need to have.
that crack that runs
across the ceiling
that you've been
staring at for months.