SUNDAY

               Gentle hands of rain unravel flesh into another day.
            On the corner of First and Pike, a tattered woman asks you
              if today is Sunday. Her words flap away like pigeons 
    navigating your surprise. You remain stranded in the middle of the week, 
  alone with her face of hope and wonder. She is all the dreams you wake from 
shivering, all the places you meant to hide and never be found. And in a moment
                   you will join her in the country behind her eyes
                    where today, tomorrow, it is always Sunday.

A rare native of Seattle, Cate Wilcox is presently a legal secretary while savoring the adventure of completing her first novel.