Sunday Afternoon

Of all the days of the

week - I hate Sundays the least. 

I spend my afternoon 

soaking in simple pleasures, 

like slow sips of tea, 

slipping out of my church shoes 

As jazz croons

from the old radio station 

I dance barefoot to 90s tunes. 

There's nothing quite like taking off the weight of Monday from my shoulders 

Unclasping Tuesday from my wrist 

Washing Wednesday off my skin 

Or quietly reminiscing Thursday evening 

Regretting Friday

For Saturday, seeking redemption 

Then it's time for a warm meal 

with the people closest to me. 

If I had it my way, it's all I would eat

- this tiny slice of heaven 

at the end of the week.