in the aftermath
a ReVerse Poem

a system that moves on from oops
as the walls came tumbling down
you’ve made it this far
we don’t know what we don’t know
naked in the snow
on the cusp 
we’ll tip our warm cups
for being different
a call to surrender
there is too much of it with nothing…to do

~kat

Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.

Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)

We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant. 

On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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