Sunday Morning 2020 Poem by Francis Poole

SUNDAY MORNING 2020

To the traveler in space
there is no sense of movement
or speed because of zero gravity.
Likewise I feel no movement here
standing at the back door
on Sunday morning in this
year of our Lord 2020.
I just stare into the day
and the day stares back
each bemused by the other's presence
in this all encompassing absence.
It's almost as if
neither of us
can quite believe
the other is still here.

--Francis Poole