SATURDAY

Trying to think Tuesday when its
Thursday becomes confusing
Those days do not ring true anymore

I have six Saturdays and one Sunday
I am not lonesome for the old days
Who would trade paradise for smoked fish?

Who needs to know the day?
Even the year is unimportant when
You are actually living and not just existing

I love looking about at the birds and deer
Sometimes I will spot a fox and once
Had a bear on my car port

The day didn’t matter to any of them
Survival appeared to be the predominate instinct
We carry on like children squawking about nothing

Something unimportant but vital just then
Walking away in frustration or victory
We forget quickly what just happened

Except for Sunday everything can wait for Saturday
It is a pretty nice way of having things exist
When are you going to do this?  Saturday

When is the bill due?  Saturday
Life goes on like Saturdays
Movie days, hamburger days, going out days

It’s beautiful and happens six times a week
The car is always washed, but
You don’t do laundry on Saturday

Shopping solves all problems.  Most anyway
Six days of solutions and one day to praise and give thanks
A very nice way of living
 
Stanski
February 29, 2020 ^