Grace Cram
i am getting tired of these routine Sundays
these fights on the way to church days
these “just reheat the leftovers” days
these watching tv in different rooms days
these repeating the same uninspired prayer days
these yelling over the kitchen table days
a cat who haunts the same spots nightly
a dog who turns round and round before lying down
an eagle orbiting its nest
pelicans spiraling down to their catch
the rain streams down in sheets.
i am stuck underneath mine.