Another Tricky Day
What is one day to another?
Does Monday wish for Friday,
Wednesday give thanks that it’s not Monday?
And would the sun still rise
if Sunday fell in the middle of the week?
These questions were answered long ago,
when I retired and every day became Friday.
But what of those now sitting at home,
stay-at-home and social distancing their jailers.
Will they return to their daily regimen
now that every day is Saturday?
The prompt for Day 18 at napowrimo.net is to write an ode to life’s small pleasures.