One of those Sundays,
when a grey blue sky
serves as my
hopeful backdrop
for today’s activities.

Morning silence
interrupted by
passing traffic
and the foot steps
of determined pedestrians

braving frigid winds
because they always
have places to go
and things to do before
another Sunday happens

followed by another
Monday that is only
followed by an even
busier calendar
of over scheduled days.

Missing are the sounds
and opportunities
to take a breath,
actually breathe, before
another Sunday is lost.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.