did this poem just write itself, is more needed?
every day is holy, you just need to reason why!
could it be:
laundry day, a fresh starting, a new cleansing sparking
stroking her face, squeezing her apple cheekbones, smile extracting
making kissing her forehead, caressing her thumb knuckle, into a weapon of holy war
early to rise, coffee maker man, a saint she declares, from night risen
tracing her heart’s shape with a memorizing fingertip, transferable
to your own graying forested chest
happy new day, an everyday celebration; Happy Lockdown Day!