Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning It's grey outside , raining, little ones are playing football in the field behind my building,

and people are singing “hallelujah” on the tele. A pair of jeans sits on the chair,

waiting to become a skirt, and the young man on the tele exclaims

“welcome to the choir!”

There’s laundry to do,

pages to write, I cannot get a program to install on the computer, and the choir sings “would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?" I cancelled breakfast with a friend, settled for cookie dough and tears under a quilt, in front of the tele where the choir sings "would you hold my hand?" A couple stands under a roof, birds align on the wire above them, skies brighten, and the choir takes a bow.