Sunday morning I join early risers
at the Church of the Epiphany,
light a candle, leave a petition.

A woman crosses the street,
rubber-soled, pocket book hanging
round her neck, head bent to the concrete.

An elderly couple, with the help
of canes, walks to the subway,
where they read to avoid stares.

At the park, they consider the games–
pickle ball, badminton, ping-pong–
and feed the sparrows.

Back home, I let myself go–
eat leftovers, change into my best pajamas,
spill coffee when I laugh.