By Daniel Paiz

Another installation in the TLB Poetry series arrives with “Today, A Non-Descript Saturday.” These reflections are moments in a tough series of life events that hint at what is processed and realized. This collection will continue to grow as moments continue to arise.

TLB will be expanded upon as well at the right time, and connecting this piece to other TLB entries will help to explain what this collection is for. [The Saturday in this piece occurred sometime in Mid-December 2025, date is truly unknown.]

Today, A Non-Descript Saturday

Today, A Non-Descript Saturday

I had my first mostly restful day,

Since all of this began.

Perhaps there should be some guilt there,

Or worry,

Or some other downward emotion to insert,

But there isn’t. 

There’s relief. 

There’s a reminder of this scribe being alive.

There’s recalling that outside of this role,

And outside this situation,

There is a living, breathing, beating, seething,

Peaking, leaping, soul of wondrous proportions.

Time is finite and tonight

I move to ignite beyond plight and spite,

Towards a delight obscenely mundane.

Incredibly unremarkable.

Insultingly simple.

Time alone.

To breathe.

To reflect.

Retrospect again.

Sitting alone is a throne of pleasure left to

Only those who have sought it for umpteen years,

Possessing fear it may never return again. 

If this is a foreign concept or different language to you,

Cherish the place you currently sit or stand. 

If this is a recurring thought or pit stop you yearn for,

Welcome friend. 

Even if it doesn’t seem like you can,

You should. 

Take a spell to quell what happens in daylight and night dreams.