just because it happened...

Irony of Accident

This morning I shut off the clock’s buzzer
(it doesn’t buzz, it beeps – what’s in a name)
and took another half an hour to dream
strange things before I rose – just another
day. I sipped French-pressed coffee at intervals
while eating breakfast, showering, throwing
on what there was that I could wear, loving
the favorite sweater’s shield from winter cold.
I drove a crazy pot-holed path to work
and cursed the sticky office lock, at last
got in. The answering machine was blank
and I pulled off my boots, glad for the break,
then glanced down at the date and had to laugh –
Valentine’s Day, and I was dressed in black.