Seriously? It’s Monday? How did this happen? In the un-normalness of this national holiday with no school offering a defined schedule to stick to, I forgot it was Monday until somewhere beyond the middle of the day. Sitting with friends in a sunny spot I realized I had not pondered a term this morning! At that moment I knew that since morning’s opportunity for musing passed there was going to be a first-time event this week – musing Monday evening.
Monday is, as defined at dictionary.com, the second day of the week following Sunday.
Indeed, today is such. And my prediction six hours ago has come to pass. I am typing a few final far-flung thoughts for the day after tot-tucking. Life energy after bedtime is very different than at dawn. Once the inertia of a day full of kids kicks in there is no stopping for shopping the shelves of my brain for thoughts of any substance. Today’s middle was riddle with a Monopoly game, Polly Pockets, pizza, the park, and soccer practice. Evening brought a failed attempt at a new recipe that resulted in cereal for dinner, flannel pajamas and some days’ end thoughts.
Following Sunday
Sometimes a whole day gets away
utterly without wondering at all
no thinking, just dance doing flash
dash from sun salutes through snack
fruits, a pizza buffet, friends come
to play the mind found nothing to say
busy being bit of a sunny social holiday
whose history kids meant to look up
empty dawn seated spot for choosing
a word worked for a musing moment
moved past living day fast, full, fleeting
as it was: the second day of a week.
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