Like a drone on autopilot
I rise when the alarm cuts through the night
with no thought or question.
I drive the long road through
the sleeping city
past windows and doors leading
to lives I do not know.
I, like them, struggle with
the burdens, expectations, roadblocks,
doubt, and the surprises life throws
each day and the emotional toll.
Another day at the office
pushing paper and pen
saving files, filing reports
and trying to catch a breath.
Back onto that road so familiar heading
home for a respite
to the foundation you have built
the life I would not have without you.
