Sunday

Susan Ioannou
First appeared in [Word]: A Journal of Canadian Poetry, Spaniard's Bay, Newfoundland: Undertow Press, 2010.

At early morning
how soothing to wake
within the past's blue walls

where memories in black and white
smile from small frames
unchanging

and warm to a rose afghan
unrumpled across the foot of the bed
that lays out knitted square after square

their quiet reflected in the dresser mirror
along with wildflowers embroidered
above the pillow-full headboard.

Here, nothing hurries to be somewhere else.
Even sunshine is filtered
through stillness.

While out by the road,
faint warbles and chirps
are rustling the apple tree

here, each still rectangle waits
for long blue curtains
to open

and onto a smoothed-taut spread, a cat
to purr into her morning stretch
and loll in the light.

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