Sunday

I have hundreds of Sundays on my calendar.

I have to make comparison,

to make a lottery to choose the sunniest of them.

Some Sundays are full of nice odor and beautiful colors and fantastic meetings.

I have to keep them as a perpetual energy in my calendar,

to get permission from the sky and the sun.

 

Sunday, are you named after the sun, or after the moon?

Whatever is the answer it will be the same.

Beginning or ending it will be the same.

There will be a vacation from challenges, to relax after a day of creation and concentration in

uncontrolled movement of the earth, to adjust the day

and to divide over twenty four hours to make a change.

 

Morning, afternoon, evening, night,

hours with different lights and tastes and shapes.

No leap from minute to minute, from part to part without a special report or permission from the office of the month.

 

Sunday, the television annonces, the opening of a new

sidewalk for a new carnival.

Smile like a green tree,

run like a lost baby bird.

 

Jamil Molaeb