Holy Saturday

“Come and have breakfast.”

John 21:12

The sunrise crept

under a shade

not quite long enough

into a cluttered room,

a wolf figurine

set on the window seal

for lack of a better place

and fear of losing

mementos,

cast it's silhouette

on the far wall.

7:00 am

Holy Saturday

mixed feelings:

waking regret,

surprise at

a scenic picture’s

invasion of

a transitional

living situation,

confusion on

how the devout

ought to feel

sandwiched between

Good Friday and

Easter Sunday;

but overriding

these was

a faint but

ever growing

need for

breakfast.