Friday, September 4, 2015

like quicksilver

Come morning, the days puddle and pool like mercury on a Formica table top.

Is it more important that today is Friday or that somehow Thursday got lost along the unraveling of the week? I really don't know. Things slip and slide and refuse to be wrapped for placement under whatever this Christmas tree called existence might be.

Would it make a difference if I knew? Does it matter if I don't? The only thing that seems discommoded is this Boy Scout insistence on being "prepared."

Mercury is commonly known as "quicksilver."

It is poisonous, but I'm not dead yet.

1 comment:

  1. Me neither, not dead, and not sure what day it is. Somehow, since retirement, every day feels like monday to me.