a sunday morning

A Poem by Jen

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A Poem by jenny

the veil of sleep softly lifts
gently at first,
then alarmingly
as a cat-induced crash is heard from the kitchen
"awake, awake"
the house announces
"it is time to awake"
inspection finds an overturned canister
sugar on the counter
and the culprit no where in site
sunday morning begins with a clean up
soon sausages are sizzling
pancakes are rising
and the smell of coffee creates an atmosphere
a zombie-like procession begins
the reluctant wakeful make their way to the dining room
cool morning air drifts in through screens
and etta james sings about
"a sunday kind of love"
from my cd player
sunday is here, breakfast is on
last restful day
precedes the mysteries
of what the upcoming work week will bring
but for now,
for this moment
sunday morning soothes me,
removes me
from everything but
the first sip of coffee
and now