Tuesday’s Bliss

Tuesday’s Bliss

i come to the park on tuesdays
the pond here sings
ripples echo her song

i bring my strings to strum
to play along with her melody
joy resonates in the harmony
of sounds separated by time

on days it rains, I do not stay
at home in the dull and worn
i bathe in the drops and watch
as the song changes

her voice always carried
the mood of the ether
from joy and love
to its end in the abyss

I strum my strings by the pond
willfully ignoring, pretending bliss

11/7/25 – Andy McRae