Zero day, when
an unproductive day
can possibly multiply
too easily if not
kept in check.

It’s the day you feel
you can’t do much.
The day that there’s
just so much to do
that doing feels impossible.

It’s better to rest
a weary body and soul
in flannel pajamas,
a robe, slippers
if you can find them.

It’s that kind of day
when the phrase
“as little as possible”
is really all
you got.

Drowning in expectations,
yours or others,
makes each
day feel
like Monday.

And starting
from the same place
every week
is more than some
can endure.

Or enough to reach beyond self,
to find the strength
that could move a soul
to places you never
thought you could go.

To find your place
here, now moving
towards tomorrow.
If only you could
forgive yourself now.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.