Caught in Transition

In the rush of the morning, chaos unspooled,

my jacket half-closed, the zipper has ruled.

Caught on the fabric, a battle I wage,

trapped in this moment, a curious cage.

Fingers fumble, frustration like fire,

the teeth of the metal refuse to retire.

Half on, half off, I’m suspended in time,

as laughter escapes, ridiculous, prime.

It’s just a jacket, a trivial fight,

but life often feels like this, day into night.

Stuck in between, neither here nor there,

a laugh and a sigh, the absurd we all share.