Dependable Sunday - May 8, 2025

holding a job meant I rose

later on Sunday, when it

seemed voices, barking dogs

blowers, mowers, hammers

and squealing cars weren't arounds

to stop nature

from putting a finger

on my lips so I could

listen to the morning’s

slow show of silence

with the rest of the day’s

many muted moments and

the quiet evening that followed,

you’d think it would be an

smooth transition to Monday

but sometime during the comb

and mirroring, quick toast, yogurt

and coffee, rush out the door or

key turn of the car and backing

into the street to speed away

I remember thinking, I must have

imagined Sunday ever happened