Sunday

yes, it is like this

the veil of sleep softly lifts

gently at first,

then alarmingly

as a cat-induced crash is heard from the kitchen

"awake, awake"

the house announces

"it is time to awake"

inspection finds an overturned canister

sugar on the counter

and the culprit nowhere in site

sunday morning begins with a clean up

soon sausages are sizzling

pancakes are rising

and the smell of coffee creates an atmosphere

a zombie-like procession begins

the reluctant wakeful make their way to the dining room

cool morning air drifts in through screens

and etta james sings about

"a sunday kind of love"

from my cd player

sunday is here, breakfast is on

last restful day

precedes the mysteries

of what the upcoming work week will bring

but for now,

for this moment

sunday morning soothes me,

removes me

from everything but

the first sip of coffee

and now

Reviews

[Jibey]

I like the smell of coffee.. and the sense of pause

Outside the light is still
In the distance the waves crash on the shore

We are suspended
Between one life and another

[The High Priestess]

Reading this really feels like it's already Sunday. Chill day no work day.

"Sunday is here, breakfast is on
last restful day
precedes the mysteries
of what the upcoming work week will bring"

I like that part.

[Tali]

thanks for stopping by :) I wish everyday could be as laid back.

[Chris Shaw]

Enjoyed the ambience of this write. After the initial rude waking (I have a cat too), your Sunday was my type of day. Thank you for posting.

[Tali]

Thanks so much for stopping by... cats are the rude awakeners. All assaults are done covertly and with a cold blank stare.

[Chris Shaw]

True. It’s that cold blank stare that get’s you every time:) They own us.