Again and Again

Oh the silence
Of Sunday,
The sitting still,
The scent of coffee
In the comfortable
Clatter of the kitchen sink,
My room,
Filled with greennest
Closeness of the trees,
The after shower
Freshness on the rose
And on my nose,
The wanting to be up and gone
Against the shackles
Of a feeble frame,
And sitting still, 
Searching for a finite verb
Again and again and again.

JL June 10 11:04