Whoosh
From a tools-down Friday
it stretches languorous as a lion
ready for a long leisurely lope.
You can hardly see the end
for the mountains of ease, and fun, and possibility, you have stacked,
though beyond are industrial mounds of must-dos, should-dos and I’ll-damn-well-never-dos.
Cargo depots for the byproducts of adulthood.
Such an unreasonable burden for two perfectly ordinary days.
Saturday afternoon is in full swing when it becomes clear –
you might be too busy to notice –
that you’re almost half-way through.
Nearing peak weekend
with nothing but the downhill slither
into the lumpen crash barriers of Sunday night.
