Sleeping in

I have friends who refer to God as "The Universe."  My beloved and I, whenever something fortuitous happens, like being given the gift of an extra morning of sleep, we say we are "fans of the Universe."  Somehow this feels less blasphemous.  Somehow.

The week spreads out

Before me.

It is a week

Of early mornings.

Already I think about

How I might pare it down,

Add extra morning sleep           

Somehow.

I prioritize.

My daughter’s doctor

Calls in sick

This means the appointment

I rescheduled to Wednesday morning 8 AM.

Can move back

To this afternoon.

It is clear the Universe

Wants me to sleep in

On Wednesday.

I am a big fan

Of the Universe.