by Craig Kirchner
Depending on your point of reference it’s the first,
of the work week anyway.
In early Christianity at monasteries
the monks fasted – it was the day of the angel.
In Hebrew it’s ‘Yom Sheni’ – the second day,
Saturday being the Sabbath, the seventh, and all that.
Over the years it’s been given a bad rap, can’t trust
that day, a symbol for anxiety, boredom and bad luck,
especially if like you, you hate your boss.
More suicides than any other day.
It’s the day of the moon. In the distant past there were
believed to be seven planets, the moon was one.
Anyway, I’m not waking you up, I can see you are dreaming,
your arm trying to clutch the pillow, and your mouth
looking like you may be talking. Maybe you’re dreaming
about me, but most likely your nightmare is the hurricane
making landfall as a five. I wanted to evacuate –
you said stay. They’re never as bad as they say.
At the moment, there is no danger, no birds, no squirrels,
no movement or thought,
there aren’t even any insects.
All is in the stillness of the wait
of the first day of what they say,
is the mightiest of storms they’ve seen form.
Un-survivable is a new term,
if you are in the path of landfall.
I’ll let you sleep
since we’re not leaving,
lay beside you awhile
and pull up the comforter.
I’m going to make risotto with porcinis,
one of your favorites,
but I’m going to fast till Tuesday,
Mars, the second or third, depending.
It’s forecast to be sunny, slight breeze,
beautiful, a golf kind of day.
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