ducklings and a llama

that rare Sunday 

where I find myself

without plans, an agenda 

only an afternoon 

stretching into infinity

that rare Sunday 

is a glimmer

that lives in my eyes 

my green wilderness 

vines, creepers 

peeping out of their

cautious corners 

and in the silence of

that rare Sunday 

I adore that you and I 

are on our phones 

not talking 

not needing to 

only filling this space 

with a chuckle

reserved for dogs, cats

some ducklings and a llama

a song I just discovered

an intermittent ankle

on my arm 

a new recipe 

it is here 

in this Sunday languor

and this meshing 

of my world

within and without 

that I’m yellow