Weekends
Weekend days stretch before me-
48 empty hours,
I keep myself busy with a never-ending to-do list,
but, when I am fatigued
I take long drives to explore distant towns,
Enjoying endless observation and exploration-
Watching light dance on river currents,
people watching and eavesdropping,
antique stores and woodland trails.
I use this time to grow in-
Wisdom, Self-awareness, Introspection, Independence.
Then, on the drive home,
I think of you and turn up the radio
At home, I resume my chores
and prepare for the week ahead.
Copyright © Rose Losey | Year Posted 2010
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