Sunday at the Patio

Its a Sunday no different
from the rest
Woke up early to
pay homage
I grew up to this
old age tradition
of going together in
submission
In a robot like
precision

But this time i
was alone in the patio
of the old church
I stood there under
the heat of the sun
debating if i just stay
outside or squeeze
myself  inside with
the crowd

I opted to stay among
candle peddlers and
flower hawkers
each one tugging at my
sleeves to buy their wares
from where i could hear
the priest preaching
"Love is patient,
 Love is kind"

The boy with the candles
is relentless
I kept shaking my head
he kept shoving on my face
I walked an inch to keep him at bay
He looked at me with eyes that
spelled hatred

Walking towards my car i saw
him follow, without warning
he scratched its rear end and ran
with a sarcastic smile of revenge

"Love is patient, love is kind"
the words kept ringing in my ears
As i went down to see my price.