It’s probably nothing

Could this be your day, my day,
Friday
why say
no?

I look out for inspiration
see two points of separation
which fills me with consternation
and that’s not fattening,
so it seems
something good comes from
everything.

To throw oranges at ducks and
hope for a bulls eye
(random farmyard)

still slipping a gear or two
I drink coffee and you
know what?
it sorts out the cogs.

I consider and then I conclude
that today’s not a bad day
for a Friday to fall on

and I’m all on board for that.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.