Day of Rest

It is that time of day again that I like best,
The time of day when blackness turns.
The color begins to fill the sky, and birds sing.
It is not yet dawn on my day of rest.
I have a whole weekend to play and celebrate.

Afternoon
I've been thinking about some good judgements against me and how I became a slave to computers and the Internet long before my children were born.

Carolyn Crisp-Yeager