It's Just Wednesday

Mediocre moments coming On the verge of a dance with illusions, Memories bursting from their webs of doubt Hallucinating in flames, burning – brush fires Surrounded by a past promise, a melancholy That vibrates with hope – trembling Oozing away the standard gray, the average The middle promises made by a stark Cold darkness found only on a Wednesday The day for hesitation to burst from its cloud Hazy rays of confusion silencing the echoes Dissuading the falling leaves, rustling In the wind’s silky soothing – dreaming peace Promises faded beneath the perplexity, Digested by gastric acid – absorbed in the aching Desert of a Wednesday heaviness, the moments Passing leisurely – like black cleverly erases Stardust and moonlight with the mystery of a reflection Whose hope is in the impending truth – daybreak Seeping through the night’s clasp on reality Wednesday with all its median mass, solid Like the urgency to whisper’s affluence Into the upcoming moments, Thursday’s sturdy Grasp on yesterday – then Friday with all its immensity, It’s race toward a weekend which will leave this Wednesday in the endorsement of its imprisonment, The barren ache of a leaf pirouetting, fantasizing, making Its way toward the ground where its demise Is the sustenance for grace, the food that earth Knows will last until spring brings it’s Wednesday Blasting away the nurturing blessings of a past Tuesday’s fingerprints, Monday’s inscription… This is Wednesday – with all its ambitions Still mediocre – still just the middle Of a week filled with hope for Friday’s feelings, A week ending in a vacation from being… The lawyer, the doctor, the nurse, the waitress – Any title who knows its revival Comes on the mutiny of Monday’s first alarm, ringing With the prompting for another promotion of this week’s Inducing of Wednesday’s mirage – the impression Glistening on the edge of midweek blessings Wednesday is forever the medium for a week of life’s steady Pace toward another engaging weekend’s embrace