Today Saturday crept in
On little cat's feet
Awoke for a few hours
And is on it's way back out again.
This first Saturday of Spring Break
Doesn't really feel like any day
It's defined by a calendar
Not by what I did, really.
This Spring Break is much different
It comes with an extra month attached to it
Not of break time, but of isolation
It's quiet this Saturday, and I'd rather it not be.
Normally, quiet Saturdays refresh me
But this one didn't so much
I feel I'm in an endless march of quiet days
One after another, for as long as I can see
I'll be glad when Saturdays are loud again
When Saturdays feel busy
When Saturdays are full
And quiet Saturdays are sweet again.
I appreciate your feelings expressed in your poem. You mood is carried through your poem by your words and phrasing. The world does seem upside down.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of "Fog" by Carl Sandburg. I love the line "march of endless quiet days." It does seem endless since there is no end in sight. I don't think I will be complaining about noise ever again.
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