Profile of a Saturday

Originally, this poem wasn't even supposed to be here, or even have been concieved, but I was writing something for a profile of mine, to give people a taste of my writing, and this sparked up. Enjoy.

Profile of a Saturday

Waking up on Saturday,
Is alike to waking up from some venture
Into swampy territory, during the
Night, after Friday blows a kiss
And leaves on a canoe,
For a weekly trip,
Not forgetting to take an edition
Of the daily newspaper,
As it departures, the wooden thing
Dividing the surface of the water,
And I stumble out of bed,
Shaken by the night,
Looking for my newspaper,
And not finding it.
-CS

Ode to a lost poem

There was a poem in my head,
Two days ago,
The mechanical pencil in my brain,
Pulled out a sheet of paper,
And wrote out line succeeded
By line, until the poem
Faced me, my gaze looked
Over it, and it grinned, born
And content. Once home,
Sitting at the computer,
I reached into the pits of my mind,
Looked for the poem, even lightened
Up my finger’s flashlight,
For an hour,
Then, gave up, and brought back my hand,
Flipping off the switch,
Letting the beam dissolve,
Knowing that I had left the poem,
Uncared for, in dangerous territory,
That it had surely fallen off some cliff,
And crumbled into separate letters
When it landed head first,
Onto the rocky ground,
The letters joining all the others,
Thoughts that had also wandered off this edge
Of Earth, and disappeared.
So I sat at my desk,
Regretting my loss, also
Wishing that I had taken the time
To bring a paper
Along.
-CS
2-19-10