holding on

you  sit and ponder
the day. a plate of full
hours lie before
you, untouched.
already it's ten,
and coffee has not
been made. you fold
the paper over,
hiding the headlines,
the weather, the gossip
the news that is thin
with importance.
the trees are holding
onto green. the clouds
holding onto rain.
and you, what are you
holding onto,
this day.