Winds blow and leaves

A document arrived this morning.
I was on my way out, I decided to leave 
the large envelope in the living room.
I was supposed to have a daylight-day:
somewhere off the desk, 
a table outdoors finally. With a book
to mean nothing else but joy.
Shoes without socks, ripped jeans, an apple.
But something else always happens, the way
things, unexpected, do.
I returned the book unread,
the apple without a bite. I returned
hungry and angry

receiving another unhappy news.
When will things go away? I want to go away.
But the winds blow and leaves 
stay on the branches.