Saturday, March 21, 2020
Slice of Life: Day 21--"A Quiet Saturday Poem"
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.