how i feel on a sunday (poem)

Wait for it all week
Wake up to wish it weren’t here yet
Yet Sunday in bed is where I remember
One day, I said, I will be live understand know do feel better
Yet I can’t grasp hold — each day so fast, trailing in its
Wake before I’m ready for the next wave so I’ll
Wait to re-surface today

Tree growing on a beach in Macau.
Tree growing on a beach in Macau. April 2019.

Also published on Medium.

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