The Skein of Days

The First Day

January 1st, 2017, Sunday

Observation

The Vikings are winning the football came

I listen to it on low; it is only the second quarter

The streets are quiet at 1:00 pm

My lady is reading, sitting in my place, on the couch behind me

The sun was shining earlier; the day is overcast now

The soft gray light blankets everything outside

It is the first day of the year

February 1st, 2016, Monday

Observation

It is dark outside, and I am thinking

The grain of wood beneath the palms of my hands is comforting

My hands rest on the edge of my desk as my fingers arc upward, they hover over the keys of the keyboard, fingertips intermittently striking downward as I compose

I am writing

I am writing about a moment in time

This morning, it is 5:45

I have been awake for hours, and it is dark outside

I sweetened my coffee with brown sugar

I am preparing to leave for work, not actually preparing, but mentally preparing; soon I will get up from this chair, get dressed and go, but that is not this moment

In this moment I am thinking

Awake, and the world is turning on its axis...it is an ordinary morning

March 1st, 2016, Tuesday

Observation

The snow is mostly gone

The sky is getting light at six in the morning, as I prepare to leave for work

There is a fresh dust of white on the ground, that will disappear in a few hours

The green is coming to my lawn, pushing past the pale-yellow blades, the gray and brown remnants of leaves, and the broken twigs fallen from the apple tree

My cat follows the white tail of rabbit with her eyes as she rested on the couch by the bay window bay; she is lucid and dreaming of the hunt

It is election day in Minnesota, caucus day, and there is a restive energy in the air

I am for Hillary, but I think most of Minneapolis is for Bernie

I think that most democrats in Minnesota will go hard left as well

My cat does not care about any of that, she wants to share my chicken

April 1st, 2016, Friday 

Observation

The April sun beams

Today is a day for fools

And birds clamoring

Gravity bends sunlight

Striking the round world softly