It’s early morning, cloudy and rainy.
Slept poorly due to worry.
Neighbors departed for work.
Street quiet as a ghost town.
Like a shut-in, I sit in this silent house,
sip my hot coffee, read the newspaper.
Headline reads: “Unemployment Rising,”
while listening to the litany of depressing news
on CNN television. There’s a story about
a murder, another about a fire, another on
a homeless man who worked
for the auto industry.
Downsized thirteen months ago,
without an interview. I think to myself:
Life savings vanishing.
Unable to pay mountain of bills.
Unable to fill fridge with food.
Creditors telephoning every day
like hungry rats waiting to feast.
How long must I search?
Feels like an inescapable nightmare.
Perhaps I’ll become one of the homeless
like the guy on CNN.