Love Poem: A Question of Sanctity

A Question of Sanctity

Saturday slings into Sunday 
with a serious slow down in attitude.
Sermons on the ethics of sinning 
are found in the NY Times magazine section,
and the arrogance of one celebrating
the finished puzzle on 300 count sheets 
on the Lord’s day is as much a lie of conscious 
as tea and a bagel taken in communion 
with the misery of undesired solitude. How righteous 
is reality when it washes against the grain 
of heart baptized to love in real time?