Platstic ball-and-chain

Sitting, stopped at a green light in the midst of an unwanted morning rush. My brain stuck in neutral, I'm unable to engage no matter the force applied. The present is lost to me, fixed on some inconsequential mistake of the recent past. I misplaced my hat and gloves last night.

Z's

Silence slips sideways,
Soothing subtle subconscious simmerings,
Slowly sifting,
Softly shifting,
Sleep.