Monday, September 24, 2012

on my mind...

sirens; muffled
but growing louder, closer
and just as quickly disappearing again
monday morning has a way of doing that
sneaking up out of nowhere, loud and obtrusive
she could be gentle, you know. 
nudging you softly, kindly 
nuzzling into the warm of your neck
a light tap on your shoulder and
a gentle shake that seems to whisper
"i'm here and life is going to be beautiful."
instead she comes in with a jolting, jarring scream 
like a wailing child tormented by a bad dream
it's only monday
and really mondays aren't so bad themselves
its just the way the first sip of too-hot coffee burns 
your tongue
or the anxious feelings in the pit of your stomach that you can't seem to shake.
it's the car horns and the humidity and the pair of shoes you just can't find. 
no, it's not monday's fault, 
but she never seems to offer much solace. 
wednesday is a reassuring pat on the back 
and thursday generally comforting too
but monday is cold and distant.
before you know it, though, that too-hot coffee cools to just right
& you just have to keep telling yourself
"life is going to be beautiful."
because it's true, 
but monday isn't going to remind you herself. 
[images via Modern Hepburn]

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for reminding me how beautiful words can you!



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