Monday is a rebirth
of the past two days forgotten—
a new moment, a new mindset,
and a new chance.
Though,
we are the oldest
we’ve ever been
right now.
Still,
we are young as is,
as naïve,
as buds on tree branches sprout.
Soft eyes sore,
a window’s breeze of Spring must
through messed hair,
in sharp lights which have come on again
at the rotating of the earth.
Outside is exactly inviting warm.
Here we are,
here we prep,
here this Monday anon anew.
