Why I Love Weekends
Here's another lovely poem from the reliable Writer's Almanac. Enjoy.
Weekends, Sleeping Inby Marjorie Saiser
No jump-starting the day,
no bare feet slapping the floor
to bath and breakfast.
Dozing instead
in the nest
like, I suppose,
a pair of gophers
underground
in fuzz and wood shavings.
One jostles the other
in closed-eye luxury.
We are at last
perhaps
what we are:
uncombed,
unclothed,
mortal.
Pulse
and breath
and dream.
"Weekends, Sleeping In" by Marjorie Saiser, from Beside You at the Stoplight. © The Backwaters Press, 2010. Buy it here.
Weekends, Sleeping Inby Marjorie Saiser
No jump-starting the day,
no bare feet slapping the floor
to bath and breakfast.
Dozing instead
in the nest
like, I suppose,
a pair of gophers
underground
in fuzz and wood shavings.
One jostles the other
in closed-eye luxury.
We are at last
perhaps
what we are:
uncombed,
unclothed,
mortal.
Pulse
and breath
and dream.
"Weekends, Sleeping In" by Marjorie Saiser, from Beside You at the Stoplight. © The Backwaters Press, 2010. Buy it here.
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posted by Britta Coleman at 6:36 AM
3 Comments:
Unfortunately I have to get up early both Saturday and Sunday this weekend.
Very nice. :)
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