This post is also available as a podcast: https://anchor.fm/teague-mckamey/episodes/Sabbath-e1k2hr6
Sabbath This is what I would do— if Mammon’s pointing shadow didn’t turn the world into a sundial— I would wake when I woke. I would read in the morning shadows, making room for a cat between my blanketed knees. I would get up when I got up. I would sit and watch steam curl into sparkling fronds above the earth-shades of coffee. I would be marooned. I would set my bottled thoughts adrift in the tides of quiet all around. Every day would be a seventh day and time’s hands would be pressed together instead of running in circles.
“Sabbath” appears in my second book of poems, Event Horizon, which just came out on Amazon: https://smile.amazon.com/Event-Horizon-Poems-Teague-McKamey/dp/B0B2WLWSDY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=T5TMQZY2XOTE&keywords=teague+mckamey&qid=1655434362&sprefix=%2Caps%2C167&sr=8-1