dawn is breaking there are swans on the pond
it's Friday but it feels like a Thursday somehow
I stand at the window like a girl in a movie
fingertips pressed to the glass and I think
how all of our days have their colors and ways
how Sunday is green like a hospital gown
quiet and calm like an operating room
how Thursday is gray
like the ghosts you find in your pictures sometimes
through the wall I can hear a young woman speaking
she talks about God
she is on TV and she talks about faith
she says she would rather be happy and wrong
than to live an unhappy life and be right
I don’t know who she is
but I envy her
I don’t know her name but I envy her faith
and I think how the swans seem to glide on the pond
how they move at the surface with effortless grace
feet paddling and churning the water below
and I stand in the pale morning light and I wonder
if Friday can somehow feel like a Thursday
and Thursday is gray and Sunday is green
if I turn to God
will he know I’m a ghost
will he know I’m afraid
when I turn away like a girl from a window.