but feels like sunday.

what does sunday feel like?

well, home, for one thing,

family for another,

phone calls to parents far away.

a kind of mythical day

because the reality may be 

no home, no family, no parents,

maybe even no phone.

a two-dimensional day, the format

of cartoons and postcards,

in a three-dimensional (at least) world.

but i am getting ahead of myself,

a day ahead, and one dimension too many.