my world on a Sunday

Mondays no longer fill me up
hot water bottle like
with inflated dread

wondering what to do with the same hours
as last week
the same hours in a different day

outside I scan for snowdrops
or daffodil bulbs
trying to remind myself of the beautiful earth

I Iook for cornflower skies
but stumble onto dirty big rainclouds
holding fat sky munching maggots
and curly sky dragons
relishing the collision with each other

so they can bounce off terrain
and laugh .....at me......

as daytime nears depletion
the violet sky pours into my cells
swallowing time like air
I feel out of time

my freezing fingers
reminding me that I'm not
going to my funeral yet.