A strange thing is a weekend

like a bookend

for the end of the week

 

and the start of another

and somehow special

like a book unread

 

looked forward to

yet soon forgotten

in favour of the demands

 

for something that may happen

on the next

and though the text may be the same

 

as sure as sure we must give it a name.

 

We can only be grateful

for the needs of the week

that give our lives

the hide and seek that

the weekend sends

to give our lives

beginnings and ends.