Poem Series: Sunday

Olivia J. Brown

You are my Sunday 

What we do together inspires everything else I'm about

You're my church on Sunday morning

A reminder of something greater

With grounded sensibility 

You're a Sunday grocery run for the week

You’re my Sunday dinner

Nourishing, consistent 

Embalming me in your healing salve

So I might not be chipped away on Monday

You're kind enough to let me rest, Sunday 

Your love knows no urgency, only presence