This is the day where I will do nothing. Nothing is required of me. I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. All the “must do”s were done yesterday. Even though it wasn't required, I brushed my teeth and got dressed— later than I normally would-- but as part of my small rebellion I passed on wearing every woman's torture—a bra. Too much information, you say? Sorry if I offend your sensibilities— not really, but I was raised to be polite, and even though I don't have to do anything, some things are so deeply ingrained, like toilet training and good manners, that it's just natural to comply with the standards. This is the day I will do, not what I must, but what I choose. So I wrote this poem. I might write another if the muse whispers in my ear, or I might put my feet up and watch TV or read a book. I might share a bottle of wine or treat myself to a margarita. I might just stare out the window and watch the world go by. Tomorrow will be here soon enough, and I will be pulled into the rat race again but This is the day where I will do nothing.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020