MONDAY CAN WAIT

Monday can wait at the end of the road
Sunday still has a little gold
Leave those worries where the workweek stays
Tonight, Monday can wait

Sun going down on the water-tower side
Grill smoke leaning in the evening light
Kids chasing fireflies under the oak
Uncle Lee asleep while the dominoes broke
Work shirt hanging from a porch-rail nail
Lunchbox clean and the dog chasing tails
Calendar open on the kitchen wall
But nobody looked at tomorrow at all
Mama brought peaches in a chipped blue bowl
Somebody found that old radio
Every grown person became seventeen
When the first slow song crossed the green

Let the alarm clock
Wait its turn
There's still one fire
Left to burn

Monday can wait at the end of the road
Sunday still has a little gold
Leave those worries where the workweek stays
Tonight, Monday can wait

Then Granddad asked me to walk by the fence
Said, “These nights pass faster than sense”
Pointed at children I barely knew
Said, “They won't stay little because you do”
He gave me the watch his father wore
Stopped at eight-seventeen years before
Said, “Time isn't money, whatever they claim
Money comes back — this moment won't again”
I put my work phone inside the house
Came back laughing when the stars came out
Monday was waiting, same as before
But Sunday had become worth staying for

We spend our whole lives
saving time.
Then discover
time was what we should have spent.

Tonight, Monday can wait

Monday can wait at the end of the road
Sunday still has a little gold

Hold your people while the daylight fades
Tonight, Monday can wait

Not yet.