On a Solemn Sunday

heavy air weighs down 

21 spindly Texas tomato vines

in my absence they grew too fast  

too wild and uncaged 

in a sunny meadow 

I felt secure with a nylon roof

on a bed of wild flowers 

I nibbled smoked salmon 

and sipped peppermint tea 

instead of going

for more groceries

I read Never poems

and avoided politics