He steps in before the light sorts itself,
carrying that slight forward set
of someone who entered the world
before the hour was ready for him.
Hey, Monday—you’re early again.
As if timing has always found us this way.
He looks at me with that same
unspoken recognition,
as if he notices the sideways way
I once arrived ahead of my own date,
how both of us were brought in
before the room was prepared
for whatever might follow,
standing in the same unfinished hour.
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Time personified where it has its own idiosyncrasies and character. And if I am not mistaken Monday's usually arrive before they are expected or anyone is ready for them. Very nicely written Cryptic
Haha, that didn't escape you. Wonder what Tuesday would be like! Thanks so much dear SorenπποΈ
You are most welcome my friend. Tuesday filled with dread with the biggest part of the week still ahead and already fatigued from the past day I would suppose.
good write my friend
Thanks, friend πποΈ
most welcome
My friend, this speaks to me in ways I can't ignore. I've often felt like I arrived a little sideways to expectations myself...not necessarily wrong, just out of sync with what was supposed to happen. This brought that feeling right back. Wonderful write, Rik. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Sometimes even feels like a bit off like Christopher Walken. But can hardly put a finger on it. Thanks, Tittu ποΈπ
Yes - Monday - and sometimes it 'always' seems to be Christmas! lol. We talk of either x months after it, or x months before it.
Oh, tell Andy that O just blurted out the C word in the middle of the year!!!! ππ π»πποΈππ»π€£
In those Old Hollywood Films they used to show the passage of time as 'Dates' falling of a Calendar. That's how it now seems to me.
Monday comes around so Quick.
Yes! Flipping of calendar pages and clip art planes moving across Mercator maps!
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