church bells beckon within marketa's head

compelling her to rise   

make preparations for attending

every once in a long while she hears the clarion call

and obeys

i suppose it is partly guilt   partly a secret pleasure

putting herself in the hands of a higher power

a reset   a letting go   a soulful indulgence   lucky her

~

which leaves lin and i alone on a sunday morning

heathens that we are

to go for a run   only we don't go for a run

we misbehave   oh dear   alibis and contrition await

just kidding   we go for our run

all is well   a little fantasy   a little indulgence of my own

who knows the why of such thoughts

they come and go   subconscious blips

hints of some unease   unfulfilled desire   longing   memory

~

the run clears my head   lin takes a shower

parades nude to the bedroom   oh dear