Today?

First I think it’s Monday from my quarantined confines
I look outside for any clues to offer me a sign

Then again it could be Tuesday when deliveries come
The FedEx truck will drop surprises boxed and on the run

But sometimes Wednesdays a poodle passes strolling with a prance
Her (or he?) might briefly pause so I can catch a glance

On Thursdays grocery delivery day the welcome mat does fill
But my fridge is packed so neatly stacked it can’t be Thursday still

If Friday’s come then weekend’s here but hard to know for sure
Will they ever vaccinate as a time loop cure?

Wait yesterday was Saturday! I watched my favorite show!
But perhaps I watched on replay recorded many days ago?

I expect a call on Wednesday so if my phone is buzzing
I’ll have a clue, mystery solved, get back to my gardening…

…that thing I do each Thursday morn to fill the passing hours
I tend each planter lovingly awaiting springtime flowers

But then I notice silence as I wander down the hall
The air so still it must be Sunday heading into fall

Perhaps the days have lost all meaning to infinity
An Escher looped back on itself to circle endlessly