At the end
of a long good day filled
with family and food
screeching kids and barking dogs
and endless pots of coffee
making conversation from the full caf morning into decaf evening
where the leftovers are grazed and then divided
Searching for common threads and never straying far from Netflix cues
into the no mans land of
politics or life and death or love a and loss or even worse
religion
Even on this Holy Saturday
Jesus name is stifled like a curse word
until the anti-curse word slips through lips that bless the food
we take and eat
we drink non alcoholic sparkling wine
The kids are now in bed and I am now parked
outside the liquor store in darkness
lit by the light of the words I type
Tracing the circle of the day
Shrinking always smaller down from extended family to kids and dog to wife and I
a circle small enough to fit
inside a tomb
But this is not what I’ve been thinking
I have not been thinking much at all
on this of all days
on the eve of Resurrection
I’m just here to buy some wine