on sunday morning come soon

on sunday morning come soon
his breathing is slow and light
his eyes are open and he is composed
after two days of toil
after two days of work

the body lessening grip on a soul
or unwinding like a tight coil
a bright spring that ran
as a someone being a man
letting nature go bit
by bit as if out of a cage
out of a box out of an envelope
loose from the flesh

morning noon evening
deep into the last night
speaking sounds
with some inflection
that we could comprehend
meaning 'going out'
'going soon' 'hearing all'
with exhaustion we sleep
he works on works on

then sunday morning come soon
his breathing is slow and light
his nails are gently blue
his eyes open and he is composed
laying in the bed
that was his grandfather's
at home home home

some breeze
fluttering the blinds
and then still free bright


**

For my father
Robert Werth Evans
4.22.18
Napa CA