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.
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