Surcease

Friday, you are a welcome sight
That full moon wreaked havoc on me this week
priority, deadline --crises,
snarled and snapped at my feet,

over and over, with all my might,
pushing a boulder up a hill,

when I reach the end --my night--
will anything matter still?

Friday, it's your other side
I am yearning for:
a known face, allied
Behind a familiar door,
a smile, a touch,
a bit of amber in my glass,
supper, love,
leaves of grass.

-G. Lally.