it's a slow day

it's a slow day.
traffic.
people.
the lines.
the computer. everything
is taking longer
than
expected.
I googled Elizabeth
Hurley three minutes ago,
where is she.
what's taking so long.
the barista making
coffee,
why did he run into the back
of the store?
my mother on the phone
finally getting to the point
of why she really called.
it wasn't really about
her making meat loaf after all.
that cloud
in the sky, will it ever
pass over the sun
or just sit there,
fat and grey like a,
like a, well, like
a cloud?