Today is Saturday.
And we have nothing planned.
No visitors are coming to stay (although I love having visitors.)
We have no major tasks at hand (although there is great fulfillment in a job well done.)
I am not on duty (and work can just go hang for a while…)
I do not have to worry about planning church stuff for tomorrow- after years and years of weekend church business, I now can enjoy the occasional sabbath…
Sure there are many things that I could/should be doing- gardening, cleaning, decorating, sorting out, planning for the upcoming Aoradh event. But I feel no pressure to do any of these things.
I may just so nothing…
And days like this, they are like sonnets. And they turn me all poetic.
You and me
Stacked like school chairs
Racked together like delicious dishes in the dishwasher
Quilted by the wonderful possibility
Of an empty day
Me holding you
You wearing me
Like a film star in a fur coat
You told me that I had fallen back to sleep
And that you liked the sound of my snoring
And I curled closer
And the chatter of a blackbird outside our bedroom window
And the sound of slow diesel engines out on the estuary
The creak of boards as Will heads for an appointment with a pokemon
All these sounds of the approaching day
So open up day
Like an Alpine picture window
I’ll put on the coffee