Sunday Afternoons

What  do you think of on late Sunday afternoons;

with the sun calm

and winds lazy strolling through your window curtains?

 

Do you think of love lost,
bodies you have perused through like scriptures

with the messiah sipping through your fingers;

finding no salvation?

 

Do your dreams cross your mind;

like ships in high tide

and you an inexperienced captain

in search of a shore?

 

Or does thoughts of home come knocking;

Home,

where love is muttered through silent prayers

and stern looks?

 

On late Sunday afternoons;
do you think of you?

 

Shiru_wa_wanjiku 2017

Photo Credits: Kelvin Kaesa