sunday

it is sunday, and the town is sleepy.

worn from friday night’s

celebratory beginning

exhausted from the revelry

of saturday.

sleepy.

the people stir about, still,

to churches to markets

to stores though;

with less eagerness than before.

sleepy.

people sit, asking

“where did the week go?”

monday?tuesday?wednesday?thursday?

inconsequential.

friday&satuday?

never quite eventful.

alas, they are gone

though soon to return

so families sit now, together.

some eating,

some watching tv.

others, apart.

lonely.

waiting to see what next week could bring;

but for now, it is sunday, and the town is sleepy.