Poetry

Quit & Sit

by

Dominae Cole

I quit my job today,
and I sat in the center
of the couch with my coffee
in one hand and my eyes
out the window.

I watched a few golden leaves flutter
to the frozen ground.
The house is empty.

I have only the distant
rumbling of cars
and the maddening ticking
of the clock as company.

My mug is cold,
but I drink from it anyway.

I have nothing better to do.

I should be thinking
about my bills
and how to pay them,
but it doesn`t cross my mind.

There`s nothing more honest
than watching life pass you by.