All morning I have been
telling one leg to hang
over the edge of the bed
hoping the other will follow.
off the window blinds
with enviable ease.
A cloud filled with purpose
hurries by the small window.
People on the television screen
move and talk with annoying speed.
A man delivers the weather report
(warmer, partly cloudy, 50 degrees)
as if he cares.
Even the dusty plant in the corner
At least, it is standing.
Jane Costain is a freelance writer and poet living in Denver, Colorado. Although she has been writing poetry for many years, she has only recently begun to publish some of her poems in various journals. Her chapbook, Small Windows, was published in 2018 by Main Street Rag.