What Day Is It?

 

In the dusky space

between sleep and awake,

I believe it’s Monday.

Begin planning for

quick, weekday breakfast,

doctor’s appointment at nine o’clock,

look forward to Zoom

book club meeting with friends.

As the sun rises higher,

light brings consciousness.

Feet find the floor.

Yesterday, I bought groceries,

we watched that movie about Space

with What’s-His-Name in it.

That was Saturday.

Today is Sunday.

Nothing again today.