Part I of a Trilogy

Why I Love My Tuesday Mornings, Part I

Because they begin with casual, dreamy conversation between friends:
dreams about our children’s futures.
dreams about how we hope to spend our families’ time.
dreams of travel to walk on cobblestones,
centuries old,
and gaze at structures
steadfast and timeless,
built on
dreams.

Tuesday morning, full of dreamers
even if it breaks your heart
a tiny lyric drizzle by Eli Young
precedes a testament from the book of Brother Langston: “As I Grow Older.”

Dreams of young do thrive;
Dreams of the not-so-young are revived.
We hold fast together
                  fists clenched with the recitation of those two words:
Hold fast.
Deter deferment
                  tear down wall and shadow,
                  shatter, break, smash ice in a baron field,
                  find sun and explode –
                                    lightning dreams,
                                    whirling dreams.

All on a Tuesday morning.