Friday, January 28, 2011

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.

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