I have a lot of Sunday poems lol

If this were a regular Sunday
I know exactly where my whim would take me
I’d not be living with trepidation
Imagining I’m Corona positive
Just because the Dunzo guy touched my hand for a milisecond

If this were a regular Sunday
I wouldn't be moping around with a permanent scowl
It’s like ear wax in the ears of Robinson Crusoe
Would he have asked his man Friday to fetch a twig?
Maybe fashioned a earbud from soft yellow petals?

If this were a regular Sunday
I wouldn’t be obsessed with sketching eyes
Filling in the eye balls
Making sure that I leave a hole of white around the dark iris so the eyes look realistic
I’m always enamoured by the symmetry of eyes
How two things that never see eye to eye - literally - can be so aligned, alike, attuned…

If this were a regular Sunday
I wouldn't be marinating in last night's pyjamas till late afternoon
Closing my eyes in the silence
I wouldn't be concentrating long and hard
Imagining I'm far away without a mask and free as free can be

If this were a regular Sunday
I’d be on the beach about 432 steps away
The sea breeze wouldn’t ask for permission
"Oh, could I sweep you away?"
It’d casually threaten my growing frame and then give up for a more mobile prospect ahead