If this is Saturday

Then I'll take out

my notebook

and look at the silent sheets.

Loving the slant

and curls of the little letters

that form

the words  in my head.

The world outside today

is wet

so if this is Saturday

then it's a day to be filled with language

and endless pots of coffee.

Again,

I'm stopped with the endless beauty

of this life

and the scratch of my pen on the  paper.

Writing,

life's silk song.