80spoems/tuesday

TUESDAY

So here you are in the midst of a major transformation and re-birth, albeit your thirty millioneth one. But the thing is – this one really is the one.

But the old hags do not come to sing, the young maidens do not come with oils for your bath and rosemary for your hair, and the gas company disconnects you just like it was any regular day of business.

The Girl Scout dues are due and the neighbor needs eggs. Junk is piled up to the windows waiting to be hauled away. You don’t have a shirt that’s ironed and the cats are in the garbage.

We could call this the challenge of spiritual ascension in the material world. Yes, indeed, I’d say we could.

We could call it Tuesday.