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.