We both sit in the same church.
Sitting in different pews on the same side of our Lord’s house.
We are both women of dark persuasion and thin hips.
We don’t share the same dimples and green eyes.
I turn to look at you.
To see if we can catch each other’s eye.
We share the same air.
We share the same air.
As usual, though, we can’t see eye-to-eye.
I sit earnestly in my comfortable denim jeans.
They have a couple of frays near the hemline.
but they’re clean, and they’re mine.
My shoes may not be fashion-forward,
but they are practical.
I make choices that you snub your nose at.
I fell in love and craved herbs.
To sit in the sun and soak in the sun’s rays.
My mind quieted, and I enjoyed my inner peace.
You sit in the sun with a large, floppy hat on to protect your fair skin.
I smile at you again.
I’m hoping you won’t judge me anymore.
