On Saturday morning light comes
patiently satirizing
weekday frenzy

If I didn’t know
what day it was
would Monday feel less
bombarding?

If I could hug Sunday, I would
tell it how much it matters
its cocooned sloth-like
gentleness the way it frames
what I want to appreciate

Sometime in between
days’ connectedness reigns
unending string
of things to be completed
turned in

When little matters
beyond purpose
let the frenzy go