20. That is
Waking up to yet another
Monday I think about the gluey
hours in the week ahead of me,
time stretching elastic until I
snap. There is nothing so safe
as a warm bed. I must confess, there’s
also nothing much in my head, no
salvation image, that is, no
imaginative credit to spend …
All that to say: this sludgy dreck
is my anemic offering to
Monday’s hungry gods.
6. Travel Day
after resurrection we celebrate
getting back to where we left off
restart routines we stopped
so we could rest in the notions of
rebirth connection peace
now we are called to carry on
the busyness of work days
fill in the blanks with numbers
and words, check boxes created
by authorities we never see
pull up greasy blinds in crumbling rooms
where potted plants sag into rotten roots
shake off calm to fall back into moving
forward with a sense of invented
purpose and “useful” anxiety
