Sunday Morning by Jaimes Alsop
22.10.2004 - 23:11 / filled under default
Just send this poem to Christian for his poetcast with a comment - once the new poetcast is only he could send a trackback ;o)
I found it several years ago and it has been on one of my websites for forever. I recorded this with my other favorite poem last year and have been thinking about where to put it since then. Now, with the poetcast available, that seems to be the correct place. Enjoy ist. :o)
It is this morning.
We sit across the table from each other
the coffee steaming in the china mugs
as you read from the magazine
and I work on the crossword puzzle
sections of the news paper spread everywhere.
You look up, smile at me
and lean across the table for a kiss,
happy for no reason but it is Sunday,
we have all day to do with as we choose.
You are so sure of me
I am afraid enough for both of us.
In my life I never imagined
a morning like this morning;
the bed unmade
me in this ragged robe
all my senses singing:
This is what we share with one another.
This is the place I keep my promises.
The poetcast is only and you can download it here here- of course on sunday morning :o)