Every Saturday morning
Without shadow of a doubt
Certain as dawn turns to dusk
And long as the crescent moon outshines it’s night
and remains into the sun’s blue sky
I am just as sure to take just as long to sleep in
Lazy? Lethargy? No. Lassitude. Languor.
This is the way it’s always been
Resistant to change, if you couldn’t tell
But who knew that what it’s always been
would shatter into
A dozen geese squawking, dancing, flying into formation
as fast as the morning rain comes and goes
as fast as the beat of a new heart. Perspective
Found as dawn turned instead to day
and I woke up early to behold the sunrise
and the silence
and the serenity
outside of my languor bubble.
Sometimes change is for the best.