monday wednesday

the sun has no trouble
getting
up
and going at it.
doing what it needs to do
to warm
the earth,
to bring the light.
I actually like the sun,
but not at
the moment.
putting a pillow over
my head
to block its
yellow
voice, telling me to rise
and shine.
I have no shine in me
at the moment.
it feels like Monday
and yet it's only Wednesday.
I reach up
and pull the blinds
tight, but to no
avail.
it's found the other rooms
as well.