Lazy Sunday

An ode to taking the day off

Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

Sunday morning,
chamomile steeping,
Miles Davis playing
on the speakers,
trumpeting easy,
weaving blue in green
soulful tapestry as
I seep into cozy fluffy
cotton candy sheets
like a newborn baby
swaddling his blanky,
my toasty sanctuary,
deliriously repose.

Come as you are,
Sunday scaries,
Sunday fairies,
all the same.
Some days
your bearings
will cooperate,
others not so.
Either way,
might as well
take a break,
take the day off,
close your eyes,
clear your mind,
lay down soft.

Down the stream
of consciousness,
merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily.
At the harbour,
my beloved boat,
I don’t hold on,
I loosen my grip,
I let it go.
In the clouds,
airplane mode,
whatever it is,
it can wait
til to-mor-row.

~DS