It is Wednesday
And this is what
I know
Today we will play with words
Pluck them down
Like apples from a tree
Juicy and sweet
Not tart
Like deep winter apples
They are rich
Like nectar
We savour them
Over our tongue
As if in anticipation
For summer fruit
The blossom leaves returning
The dust blown away
How curious it is
For the world to turn
She giggles
We have been in this room
For many a year
Finding words
Spilling them like petals
Onto the page
They leave a delicate line
Upon our skin
As if each poem is part of us
Lived
Believed
Shared
With a special few
We are careful who we let in
But welcome those who do
With kindness and light
Today it is Wednesday
And it is a happy day
Because we can play with words.
