Mondays creep endlessly long
fog fuzzes everything
until it is all I can do to
wind my way home
by day’s end
headaches spend the day
and night
dancing hither and yon
to discordant song
sleep eludes
on a good day
sparring with exhaustion
light sabers and cannons
chasing through the night
morning always comes late
on Tuesday
cat naps drift into honest sleep
about 2
Tuesdays dawn later
less painful
clearer
and with the glittering edge
of hope.

Author April Wells
published January 12, 2013