“Saturday AM”
A Poem By Thomas Park
Early in the morning
Springtime
The birds mated
Chirping loudly outside my window
Traffic sounds faded
To ambient noise, a dull hum
My pipes sang
Liquid, guttural
Chorus of water on porcelain
A celebration, loaf of bread
Jar of peanut butter
From the Shop and Save
(Food stamp benefits today)
Minimum wage, but Saturday
A whole day without organizing
Stooping, placing
My work as a shelver on reprieve
As the light shone in through slits
It fell on my waking body
A whole 24 hours to be free
A richer man there never was
