A sunny day, a windy day, and rain

Combined to stun us on our walks outside

A busy day, a meetings day, the strain

Of finding boxfuls of emails to read

Like minefields over which we slowly stride

Defusing each problem and each complaint

Before we can begin then to decide

Which long-delayed project we now attempt

Which one to resurrect, which should be dumped

Back onto the backburner once again

And this same frustration extends inside

To crowded private lives squeezed to the end

Of each day’s tasks, when we’d rather have lain

Inert, or with a new lover, or cried