The Day Before Saturday
April 10, 2009 § Leave a comment
I understand why some
choose Saturday as the Sabbath;
when Friday comes, it’s all I can do to
raise my hands to the keyboard.
It’s all I can do to
not think about
or a glass of wine
or stretching in the darkness.
When Friday comes
my pulse slows and
my tears well and
breezes call my name.
All that’s been suppressed
an earthworm tunneling its way to the
warmth of the sun.
Writer’s Digest prompt April 10, 2009