Sunday is Far Away

A poem by Jim Culleny:

Slovak women in black; black babushkas; Slovak men in black; black fedoras –and black beads flowing through fingers like prayers past fluttering lips:

Svätá Mária, Matka Božia, pros za nás hriešnych teraz i v hodinu smrti našej,.Amen

The Byzantine proscenium lit white and gold in it’s bounding box of incense and incantations,
priests and altar boys shift here and there; they bend and turn making signs with graceful hands.

Dancing like candle wicks,
but precise and cool,
they scratch an itch,
the blessed sacrament.

And grandpa in his stone cathedral, granite-hard and hoary;
and big-bosomed grandma, her eternal rosary;
and Sunday is very far away.