this fulcrum of servitude

balances precariously ,

as a week can dip

in either direction.  Wednesday

thunder songs are the loudest: flashes

of brilliance and rain that promise

growth. Wednesday romance

is the strongest: not

built on frivolity or neediness. Wednesday love

is enduring, straddled

evenly on both sides. Wednesday is the point

we say: I can make this week mine.

I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.