Sunday

I opened the zipper morning
I slipped into the flatter
Ascending the day in a robe.
Sunday was not in a hurry to nowhere,
had time to breathe easy.

Time was gracious to me,
offered tea and sympathy silver platter.

I picked up moderately in the morning offer,
it's time to unwind in the lap of Sunday,
this period of turbulence in the world in the villages.
I AM ALIVE.