Not Quite Sunday

Life is Right, Here
Poem by Barbara Powell at The Day Between

Let me lay here all morning
the sun is yawning upward
sheets wrapped intimately
between my legs.
I don’t reach for my phone
I don’t want to know
what’s going wrong in the world.
Life is right, here:
my lover set the coffee pot
steam slips beneath
the crack of the bedroom door.
I must ask:
Do you know the delight
of a dog crawling beneath
the covers to curl up,
his pact of protection and love?
How slivers of gold Sun
peek through blinds
like a mother’s voice
cooing: Good morning?
Let me lay here all morning
with the coo of the Sun
steam of the coffee
and curl of my dog.
I have nowhere to go —
life is right, here.

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