Saturdays are for sleep

Everyone has different ideas.

Saturdays are for sleep

Though it seems

There must be more

To them.

I watch the hours move

On the clock

On my watch

On my numb toes.

I listen to the turtle

Bang his plate

Against the glass

Of his tank.

He believes Saturdays

Are for turtles.

He knows

There is more to the weekend

Than sleep.

Blueberries he says

Blueberries.

Roof guy

Decisions made over Saturday early morning coffee with the roof guy tromping overhead.

The roof guy showed

A half hour early

On the only morning this week

We could sleep.

There’s nothing like a ladder

Next to the bedroom window,

Foot thumps

Overhead

On a Saturday morning.

Over coffee we weigh

A new roof

Versus

New windows

Versus

Sending our last born

To college next year

Versus

Doing it

All at once.

Dry-pack daffodils

Daffodils always seem to help.

This is the time of year

For dry-pack daffodils.

They arrive

Out of water,

A bundle

Of sticks.

The arranged sticks

In my best vase

Water added

Show their color

Day by day.

My Monday sticks are now

Full bloom

On Saturday.

Monday as Saturday

Today I am newly grateful for regular things made larger by their regularity:  my beloved and daughter are asleep upstairs, the trappings of Christmas are still in place.  The regular Saturday after Christmas was cracked open, and now it has appeared on Monday.  I sit in my writing chair, coffee in hand.  I am thankful.

It feels like the Saturday

We didn’t have last week.

I sit in the chair

In front of the Christmas tree,

The stone crèche

Beside it.

In our crèche

The wise folk

Have already arrived,

The sun shines full

Through the window

And

Best of all

The whole rest of the family

Sleeps sound

Upstairs.

Soon

The daughter will  come downstairs,

Complain again

We did not pick up the house

After Christmas.

I will probably laugh.

It feels like Saturday

Normal Saturday

Except instead

It is the beginning

Of a potential week

Of Saturdays.

The tree and crèche will stay up

All week.

Saturday

I think we all needed the sleep and sheer downtime.  Of course my daughter has continued to run the weekend ragged.  I expect she will arise around noon.  Today is Saturday, glorious Saturday... the second one in a row.  I expect we skipped Friday this week, or Wednesday was Friday, or perhaps, because these days, schools get out the Tuesday night before Thanksgving, perhaps we*ve had a week of Saturdays or impending Saturdays.

I love the fact

It*s Saturday today

When it felt like Saturday

Yesterday,

Two Saturdays

In a row.

We have all slept in

Three days now.

It is relative

To the individual,

What sleeping in

Requires.

The cat and turtle

Don*t care

What day it is.

They sleep whenever

They wish.

Today I love the additional Saturday.

It is 10:30.

The cat and I

Are the only ones

Awake.

We bask in the sheer Saturday

Of it all.