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.