Company Poem by Lisa Nickle

This is like grilled cheese on Sundays
and dancing through Monday
because it is the only way to go.
Tuesday keeps its own time and wonders
why Wednesday gets so many hits.
Thursday keeps to himself
as he sulks that he is not quite adequate
and Friday
well
Friday, she is long in coming
and leaves far too soon.
While Saturday,
he is my saving grace
my breath
my goal
my return.
Yet regardless
of which day knocks at my door
I know
I will never lack the company.

February 2013