by 4 the sun was low
beams broken by the hour 

when I first woke there had been bright ideas
potential to make the day a journey

but I travel so often through the weekdays
my mondays wind into fridays without a glance in the rear view 

so I submitted to sunday 

I didn't want to admit I craved that day
that I needed the moment
a soft close to the chaos 

but I had it
and I held tight
digging my nails into my palm as if the day was made of dust