Weekend Breathing
The clock loosens its grip on the day,
and time learns how to sit down.
Plans soften into maybes,
and the world exhales with you.
Morning comes without urgency.
Let the week set itself down.
Let worry fold like laundry, unfinished.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to be.
The weekend holds you gently,
and nothing more is required.
Thee Juju Aura 