The Way It Is

The first thing I do
When consciousness touches me, early morning
Before I open my eyes
Is figure out what day it is.


Is it Friday?  Am I taking her away today?


No.  It's Sunday.  She's coming back.
I breathe.


Sunday morning,  better even than Sunday night.
When I tuck her in tonight I will already count
How many more tucking ins I have
Until Friday.


Call me nuts,
It's just the way it is right now.