SunDays

Sunny days

are often accompanied by

 a renewed awareness

of the should chorus that

sings me to sleep and

greets me each morning.

The constant pianissimo melody

becomes a fortissimo yelling noise. 

I will probably not

be able to meet

the choir's expectations.

I have been a disappointment

thus far.

Gray skies and rain week

after week,

allow an excuse for

my lone and

sedentary life,

sitting cocooned in

glorious despair,

watching reruns of

reruns.

But sunny days,

birds chirping,

flowers blooming,

promises whispered

on the rays of warm,

serve to ignite

with urgency

that chorus of shoulds.

Play, enjoy, run,

swim, visit, barbeque,

plant, hike, camp,

relate. 

Sounds so good.

Makes me so tired.