Saturday

If someone asked me to describe eternity

I would respond with Saturday nights

Saturday nights feel limitless

Time matters not

Possibilities are endless

It feels like I have nothing but time

I hear things clearer

Night time noise isn’t one fluid sound

It’s a combination of numerous somethings

I can hear the moon rising, 

the earth turning, 

gravity pulling me down, 

crickets chirping, 

clouds stretching, 

mountains resting, 

hearts breaking, 

and love growing. 

Anything is possible on a Saturday night.

Things can collapse. 

Things can also mend. 

Impossibility is nonexistent.