sundays

my sundays start with poetry:
alexie, giovanni- but not corral,
his book has a twisted mass of black snakes on the cover
no way that's coming near my bed

my sundays start in bed:
blankets like the earth's layers,
mantle, crust, outer core
myself, the inner core

my sundays start with clear blue sky:
this is albuquerque, after all
silence, sunshine, gratitude
refuge