Today is not

Today is not a day to contribute.
i will not raise my hand.
you will look at me,
and know i have the answer.
though your eyes will plead,
my mouth will not open,
my tongue will not lift
to embrace the syllables
you so want to hear,
that i would otherwise enjoy.
not a sound. not a word, not a peep.
i will not see you pleading,
my head will be down,
my eyes closed, fast asleep.
other days, i will acknowledge you,
but not today.
on another day, i will listen
but today, my mind is elsewhere.
somewhere soft and warm...
my bed is calling to me-
my pillow misses my embrace,
and i need a tissue.
today is not a day to contribute.
today is a day to sleep.