sunday afternoon sun peeking through mostly closed blinds
ceiling fans purr white noise --
the only sound in the house
church clothes kicked off in corners
stomachs full of bread and cheese and meat;
hearts full of laughter around the table
unfolded laundry waiting in the dryer;
unfinished chores can wait
tangled arms and sprawled legs and
winding lines stretched out like a very long river
this is the glory of sunday afternoon,
and what we like to call the
find an unmade bed,
a made-for-tv movie and a cushy couch,
or a stretch of carpet and relax.
you've earned it.