Monday, February 24, 2020
Poking through piles on piles on piles —
the weekend’s amassing;
the slack from those missing;
and bigger things approaching — he smiles
in the warmth of friendly light.
Though the Monday morning depth
has him weighted, under pressure,
lists awaiting, cracks and fissures
to patch and fill, he stops for breath.
“One plus one plus one... that’s right.”
love notes
a ritual to start the work week