Slice of Life/Day in a Poem (Day 7): Small Sunday Moments

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Tiny Sunday Moments

beats bleed through
my son’s headphones,
fingers raking keys,
his head shaking to
rhythms of collaboration

the youngest dog, sound asleep,
not a second of hesitation,
she’s claimed a patch of grass
in a yard of water and mud

frustration with the paper,
this past Sunday,
vacant inner sections,
what we’re missing, now,
I may never know

the elder dog, shuffling,
so slow, stubbornly sniffing
his way through every other
inch of curb and grass

constantly drawn to news,
the screen scroll, thumbing fast,
the menacing world at war,
flinch as headlines, blare

on a chair, in the sun,
closing eyes, listening
to wind, in a moment
of solitude I’d share
with those who need it,
more, if only I could

Peace (in Ukraine),

  1. So many of these tiny Sunday moments encapsulate worlds. The final two stanzas and the way your rhyming connected them really stood out for me. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Beautiful moments – the hereness and the thereness of everywhereness and the flurry of a world we know and one we wish we could change. And the chair you would offer – just beautiful!

  3. “in a moment of solitude I’d share with those who need it, more, if only I could” I also hold space for you, Kevin. Praying for peace.

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