Wednesday

Tomorrow is Wednesday
I know that because I looked
The rhythm of everything is flattened
Not just the curve

Every day I have a new intention
To play the piano again, start over in the beginner’s book
Convert my parents’ trip slides to photos, especially the one where I’m sitting behind my father on a horse we are riding out west somewhere,
my arms around his waist and him wearing a white shirt and dress pants

There is so much time that it drips through the roof
Into bowls and buckets we have to empty several times a day
Not enough time for everything I intend, the piano, the photos, other things, the list too long to say
I need more time, I should get up earlier and put out more bowls and buckets and not miss this chance to realize my intentions, such as they are

Tomorrow is Wednesday
I’ll think about it then