Monday, June 1, 2015

Day off

Although my work structure has changed into something more fluid, I well remember the "day off mode." 

On the days
He’s not supposed to be there
He parks on the street
And locks the door.
He does not dress
For work,
But works instead
In his gardening clothes.
We all play like this
As if God will not notice
Our transgressions,
Find out we are working
On our day off.
We all play like this
As if there is such a thing
As hiding from God,
As if God does not understand
Working
On Her day off;
As if God does not always work
In her Garden clothes;
Even on the Sabbath
She is available
In Her Garden clothes.
We forget sometimes.
We park on the street.
We lock the door.

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