6 One Fine Sunday 

So my heart, so closely locked

(opened)

and I found safe haven.

Garlic sizzling

Rick sautéing for omelets

Steam rising from my mug

Almond milk

And the pour of the coffee

rings –

like the rush of a waterfall

or Sunday commercials.

I shut everything down and grasped and grasped

to wake it again.

And while I’ve entered into a miracle—

I choke on my own Self

And wonder how I got here

how the weight of the world entered into my chest.