One evening after work

Sitting in the front seat of the car
with the door open and my feet in the grass,
petrichor tells me to look to the sky
and finally I notice the clouds, leaking.
It's just one of those days, really,
where sitting in the car is easier than
getting out and going inside, where
sleepiness weighs on well-slept limbs
and the difference between sunshine and grey
is only the unnoticed lack of blindness
from the rear view mirror on the drive home.