wind – Shift Key

Still in Sandals

I stepped outside for a break
right into a cold front. My hot
coffee won’t stay hot long.

Wind gusts are pushing
through the trees like a
downhill locomotive.

The force of winter has nothing
in its way. The fall is forgotten
but my brain is still in sandals.

I was watching the
wind’s last playful
tug on the

disappearing day
wondering about
what tomorrow

might bring when
the phone rang. It
was the sound of

desperation looking
for work. My words
of “don’t lose hope”

seemed so empty
after the call. Maybe
not to him but to me.

All I could do was
pray about tomorrow.
Hope for tomorrow.