Sunday, May 4, 2008

Sunday Mornings

Kids hanging out!

On Sundays, I often feel a little blue...  

A day with so many possibilities.  I want to play with the kids and be lazy.  Sometimes we go to church, or we go hiking in a beautiful place, or we go out to breakfast.  I know I should catch up on the laundry and do housework.  I'm always aware that tomorrow is the start of a busy week and that can cast a shadow over enjoying the day.  

The following poem sums up the nostalgia I feel and helps me fight the Sunday Blues:

It's Sunday Morning in Early November

and there are a lot of leaves already
I could rake and get a head start.
The boys' summer toys need to be put
in the basement.  I could clean it out 
or fix the broken storm window.
When Eli gets home from Sunday school,
I could take him fishing.  I don't fish 
but I could learn to.  I could show him 
how much fun it is.  We don't do as much
as we used to do.  And my wife, there's
so much I haven't told her lately,
about how quickly my soul is aging, 
how it feels like a basement I keep filling
with everything I'm tired of surviving.
I could take a walk with my wife and try
to explain the ghosts I can't stop speaking to.
Or I could read all those books piling up
about the beginning of the end of understanding...
Meanwhile, it's such a beautiful morning,
the changing colors, the hypnotic light.
I could sit by the window watching the leaves,
which seem to know exactly how to fall
from one moment to the next.  Or I could lose
everything and have to begin over again.
  Philip Schultz

*Philip Schultz won the Pulitzer Prize a few weeks ago for his new book Failure.  

1 comment:

The Wine Commonsewer said...

Great poem.

Kristofferson had something to say about Sunday mornings as well....

Did I already say that?