Maybe slow + loath?
I am too lazy to look anything up.

The slant of light crawls across the office floor.

One could lie flat on the floor
and look at the ceiling.
The acoustical tiles are interrupted
only by the fluorescent tubes
and bronze sprinklers.

He hung out in the tree in the pet store
until someone bought him; still
they had trouble getting him off the branch.

My grandmother read the signs we passed,
I thought it was her way of hanging on
to things, not letting them just whoosh by.

Sleepy is one thing, it comes and goes.
But this fog! It covers, penetrates.


Janet McCann