In the endless metropolitan grey,
the weekend flashes by between two darknesses.
Many wander lost in the pause:
swimming, lying on the beach or flying,
giving their bodies back for a moment
to the elements from which they were made,
while others die, going back to them for good;
time has washed against them like waves against a cliff.
Still others, stung by the same old wasp,
have made a child who, many years from now,
will value his life by these moments
between doing one thing and another.
But the weekend sun sets on them all,
dragging them back over the bridge
as it falls on another bright Sunday.
Published in Neuro Logical Literary Magazine
6 thoughts on “another bright sunday”
I love “giving their bodies back to the elements they camr”
I am a teacher of English at a village school. I want to start literature first time in the school. I run the environment club too
Please let me borrow your poems for the poor students
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If you think the children would benefit from my poems, please do!