simplicity of sunday

she's felt it before,
the fear to turn your back
leaving it bare.
feeling their
whiplash tongues.
an absentee
for many motives-
eight hours becomes twelve
as you push to the grind
and drink, oh drink,
social alienation
prevention.
but within herself
she prays to be stronger
than this.
she waits for her man
to return from work
and finds a restful heart
in the making of simple things.
most contentedly is he,
etched in graphite by she.
oatmeal and raisin,
rainy day and camomile tea.