Sunday 9am

Much of the morning is spent at rest

Waking for a leisurly lay-about until 6:15

At which point the words start to come and

I am helpless as I pull phrases from this nest

and burst them suddenly from my lips

Surely they make sense to whoever it is who hear

Entering this hallowed space

Catering to needs I was not aware of

Within minutes after they appear

Time is spent adjusting light

and the temperature of the bathwater

Cannot help but be made right

Heat the towels for my descent from

The basin to the floor

Dry me down and dress me up

with colors that will make me blush

Walk with me around the rooms

Watch the minutes as they gather into pools of time

Sleep will come to both of us

You have the balance of the day ahead

But I shall sleep by Nine