What Day Is It?

One
A dozen
10,000
Five
Hundred
Thousand
Monday, Thursday, tuesday
monday again, maybe

Months and days and weeks unmoored
from their orderly procession
Lives and loves and lost regrets
All manner of mankind's made up misadventures
Swept aside by nature
Which marches on
Continuing to spin and crawl and stumble forward
Not counting the number of lights and darks

wednesday
fifteenth, twenty-seventh, ninth
twelve months
millions
billions
one
earth
monday again, maybe