I Love Peanut Butter

Like spiraling a spatula

round the bottom of a

peanut butter jar,

 

so am I each morning

in a futile attempt of

scraping in hopes of a

 

slather of meaning on a Monday.

Why is the wholeness

divided into seven daze?

 

Does a heart beat me, ever?

Are there breaths beneath me?

When do steps become strides?

 

I lick the spatula with gratitude,

wave it like a wand,

and pray for grace and mercy.

 

For every day is Monday, really.

1 thought on “I Love Peanut Butter

  1. On a Monday ‘hump day’ and ‘TGIF’ are nowhere on the radar.
    You couldn’t wait to post this on Tuesday. The punch would be gone.

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