Sunday

By Jeremiah K Durick

PROMPT — Who am I today?

What It’s Like And so it’s Sunday, the end of a set of days The beginning of another A pause of sorts, something soothing An intermission, an interlude If it were a piece of music, it would be Some Chopin, a Nocturne in daytime A pleasure to hide the outside noise Those sounds that Saturday or Monday Make, the sounds that wake us Set us in motion, force us to leave off Our Sunday selves, the quiet people We become, reading our books Commenting sometimes about what We are reading or some stray thought Perhaps a memory, something we could Easily forget if it weren’t for Sundays Like this, an extra chance to feel Like ourselves, the selves we like to be.

J.K. Durick is a retired writing teacher and online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Literary Yard, Black Coffee Review, Literary Heist, Synchronized Chaos, Madswirl, Journal of Expressive Writing, and Highland Park Poetry.