Sunday has no value to me
as a day off
but, if I had Sunday off
I would start going to church
for the company.

I would go to the church with
rainbow lawn chairs lined up
outside. An upside-down cross
big above the door.
Walking distance.

Where there gathers,
I fear,
the same old collection
of fearless adults.
I’m scared of you,
anyway.

I’d like to get away.
Once a week -
of course the job does that
most days -
not on Sunday.

I sent my head into the ground.
If I met before a congregation
they would forgive me
for making a concussion
of my evening.

Sunday has no value to me.
Let it be
a day of work.
But, I would go to church.
Sit in the back.