Tuesday Morning Thoughts: A Poem

It's Tuesday morning in Las Vegas
the sky is mostly cloudy,
with a temperature of fifty degrees.

There are two more days left in March,
two more days
until my rent is due,
until my SNAP card is filled again,
until I can get full container of coffee,
until April begins.

As I meditate
upon the cloudy sky
I wonder
if my Social Security money
will hit my checking account
on April 1
since April 3
falls on Sunday;
I always wonder this
when the third of the month
falls on a weekend
even though I know
when the check comes in.