At evelyn AM I cut the importance of me short
on a sabbath day.
I dare to call it sabbath
when lately i don't even pray on Sundays no more
which leaves me left to wonder.
The day of worship and I run
run to work shops that have been canceled
with no notice
running back and forth on short coming reminders
what I was once on time for
in the same destination I'm now late
late to a page that was written for me
but never read to me.
Lately I dare to dream
eyes wide open to visions that clocks
I punch but only leave my kids bruised
have never gifted us with.