I just want it to be Wednesdayand spring poetrysounds and smells of ordinary the normalcy of Byron across the streetplayfully shovelling top soil in his gardento fertilize summer crops the possibility that it’s okay
permission to live simplyto enjoy the wealth of books I haveAudre Lorde this afternoonhealing recovery   breathing handling what we reasonably canto cultivate deep meaningwith a small number of people
I just want this to be Wednesday in the sunlight with cherry treesto curl up in bed with the partner I’m still hoping for and tell him everything I loved about our lifeclasp hands and remember all the funny moments of our decadesknowing we are blessedto have shared it all
scoop handfuls of yellow split peasand drop them slowly into a silver potto boil into carrot cabbage soupwith a dollop of real butterand a sprinkle of Atlantic sea salttime for dishes   the comfort of washing
grateful for electricity and running waterpalms and wrists in hot waterbiodegradable fragrance-free soap bubbling in the air 
the right to calm, to sabbaticaleven if only a day, a week, a monthmaternity leave for self-care fewer atmospheric pollutantsthis summer a break for the Earthfrom the intensity of firessimple pleasuresWednesday amid cherry blossoms