Showing posts from March, 2013

Sunday Streets

Sunday Streets
The still pavement holds layers of light movement, life aloft, like comforting down on this different, slow day.
held in quiet, a soft sound muffled by Sunday feet, a hush of the every day that covers them throughout the week.
travelers less hurried round the roads and corners, sure of time, if not standing still, at least looking for them to come.
the walls are welcome, awaiting worship-- which only starts when the people leave their Sunday streets and sit and settle and raise a song one can only sing on Sundays. ~~~~~~~~~ linking with the folks at dVerse Poetry, for Open Link Night, and for the first time with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.