It was too much of Saturday
to be uninspired
as dog days,
but I was flipping
pages, radio stations
all day
and just couldn't find
the subject of daylight--
Until I heard you,
singing the language
of Sunday mornings,
calling me to confession, as it was
time to forgive
in bare feet, high notes, and coral beads.
It was the same day my husband
caught me singing,
spinning on the carpet like a five-year old
for the first time
and there wasn't as much shame in that--
not as I had imagined.
