Monday Is For The Birds

On Mondays
I’m ill prepared
to carry the details
of our affair.

Other days, I’ll sail
wave to swell, hard
to tell where my love
meets your shore.

But Monday roars in
unawares. I swear
I can hear your voice
in the cormorant’s call.

Poem #18 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.