Feeling Saturday

On my way home from the park

Today is Saturday

The calendar says so.

Even my computer says so.

Shifts have shifted 

Dad didn’t work Sundays ~

except seeding and harvest times

I did

Saturdays, Sundays, holidays

Shifts have shifted

Now I can feel Saturday

Quiet release

Walking in the sunshine to the park where Monday to Friday 

a quiet green lawn is marked by chalk-lines and crows ~

Saturday and Sunday

the soccer pitch is busy 

orange shirts against green shirts

directions, cheers, groans

calling over songbirds and traffic.

Sitting on a green bench

pencil-sketching an imagined daisy?

I’m feeling Saturday.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen 

or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.”

~ Helen Keller