#{wednesdays}

Wednesday the same as the day when I was 9 and loved the smell of fried chicken in the school cafeteria as there was little else to welcome a new girl in school the same as the day in my 40’s I saw a buck in the meadow and we were both surprised but also both stood still the same as the day I was 5 and tiptoed on the roots of a tree heaving the sidewalk the same as the day in my 20’s when I knew almost full autonomy over my body and time the same as the day that was the same as the other day when the call of meadows felt eternal and my body felt fair to middling with a touch of melancholy