Groundhog DayA Poem by J. Hampton some foolery in response to a writing prompt about the days of the week...lol not solid on the title ( I'd love ideas) Monday-- is chaos ... letting herself in with a key at an ungodly hour. She comes ambling into my bedroom like a college freshman home on break ;complete with piles of laundry, a list of rides needed, to dos and unfinished she-didn'ts- to be done. Grinning she skips off ,and I'm exhausted by all she's left looming in her wake. I hate that b.
Tuesday-- strolls along with the demanding momentum of Monday but a lighter step . Like a partly sunny day with clouds that come and go, leaving us unsure whether to unpack the picnic or run for cover.
Wednesday --feels like a canceled meeting halfway through the day. A relief but not enough to bail for home. He's like that attractive guy that asks you a bevy of personal questions... up to and including "do you have plans for the weekend ?"
Yet falls slightly short of asking for your number after you are melted in your chair.
Thursday-- leaves me balanced between giving my pile of mail a constant measuring side eye ... sure that it's gone down when I looked away at some point and and eavesdropping on all I can.
A bit wiser for Wednesday's fruitless tease
I decide to shift my focus to the clock and click my pen in time with the second-hand .
Friday-- like a text from my bff saying she's in town and has tickets to that play I've been dying to see that was sold out. She's in the lobby and ... oh... she made reservations at my favorite Tappas bar for dinner and she's buying ! -but we have to be there by 4:00! and my inbox isn't going to make that a reality.
I open my right hand desk drawer and tip it in; making sure to brush the crumbs of the week onto the floor before my scamper to the Time clock .
Saturday-- like a patient lover ;strokes it's hand gently stirring me serenely awake from my perfect rest. Like the smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon eventually it compels me to get up. Our date ... Saturday and I... is over too soon . and so abruptly ! surely there's a glass slipper to remember it by? until we meet again.
Sunday --fuels a fire in my chest with a Glory and love for my Heavenly Father ... a gratefulness and praise fill me .... but Sunday too slips by at seven times the speed of the days before. My joy lodges in my throat. I spit out a crumpled schedule to prepare myself for my College freshman who will soon be home . Better get it done and hunker down for a few winks while I can.She has a key and Mondays list is never done.
© 2017 J. Hampton
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