SABBATH, OR SUNDAY
Home from the Safeway,
late Sunday morning after worship, unlock
the door to house for Karen, turn
and walk the short block
around the stop sign, up
to Wellington and back around
to 54th and Whitman
where I turn back on 56th
and home. Four point two tenths
of a mile to the front door,
just about eight minutes, maybe
a minute longer than most
television commercials,
and enter the house.
Two playoff football games
have been scheduled back to back,
on different, collaborating channels,
programmed for seven or eight hours,
in what is called prime time.
My country is heavily invested
in having as many people as possible
inside for the duration of the day,
even past sunset. January
is the longest month.
When
I am given this time, these seven
minutes, ok, eight, sometimes
I don’t know what it is. It is so much
other that I don’t recognize it as time.
It frightens me.
Jim Bodeen
28-30 January 2024
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