Sunday

I opened the morning of the zipper 
I slipped into the oiling 
Up today in a robe. 
It was Sunday not hurry anywhere, 
had time to breathe calmly 
without a gasp. 
The time had mercy on me, 
offered tea and sympathy on 
a silver platter. 

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