Because it is a Holiday

because of the arbitrariness

of holidays and because

New Year’s Day

was Sunday and therefore

we all deserve another day

if Monday was the day

we wouldn’t

because of  rain a few phone calls that happen

because of the holiday

we try to sum up a year

who can do that where we try

to make this year smaller

than what actually happened

because I wanted to give myself

a day where I could finish

the book I’m reading and maybe

watch a movie and not feel

guilty that I wasn’t doing something

Productive, that is Working,

or making my list of

All I Will Not Do This Year,

because it is a holiday I feel

almost justified though not entirely

in taking a walk to buy some red grapes

and then, in not doing anything

else except maybe,

writing a poem.

Even two.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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