Sunday's lap

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 offer, 
it's time to unwind in the lap of Sunday, 
this time the world of unrest in the villages. 
I AM ALIVE.