A Pome a Day for a Year

Just a simple little ditty for
a simple little Monday where;
I am at work,
I have no plans,
I am partially rested,
I am at my computer,
I am going to be OK.

Nothing lurching out of my psyche,
nothing strain to burst through fingers,
just a quiet time musing over
puzzows I encountered the day before,
and wondering if I need to be
in front of the game to solve, or perhaps
my insides can cause a breakthrough.

Ahhhh, I believe the floodgates have
parted, and Moses is begging the tides
of contemplation to return, but he forgot
I love puzzows and I love to think
about solutions to things
I do not understand, and here we are,
this has gone from plain, to plane
as I ride on the wings of thought,
wondering how you open
that antechamber.