marjoram

i didn’t see Monday coming

but like a weed overnight

overgrown in the garden

with a silence also sudden

to the visitors and keepers

it stinks up the scenery

with an unforgiving presence

so binding its residue that

no one wants to touch it

yet there, in its noxious tangle

of ugliness, a stem protrudes

with a few leaves of marjoram

granting me peace and a day

of happiness otherwise lost

had i only seen the weed