It’s a two-fer day. Here’s a triolet and a tanka for the ever-present conflict of futile cycles and the purpose of the day. It’s got a bit of an Ecclesiastes vibe.
The week begins, comes to an end.
In cycle, does it matter much?
A month goes by, then years, they blend
The week begins, comes to an end.
Your birthday! Just this card I send
Guess once a year a heart I’ll touch
The week begins, comes to an end.
In cycle, does it matter much?
Sunday – First or Last?
Depends on what’s tomorrow
Today is present
Before and after cycle
But we still must live today
defying atrophy 