Sunday Accidentally Spent

I'm by the pool on this sunny Sunday
With Ann and Rick and Alice off at church.
I've pulled the Bible off the shelf, on display,
From its front row center prominent perch.

I'll read it after the New York Times.
Midway through "The Book Review" I half see
A Monarch butterfly in the sunshine
Hold the book like a Christian "wana be".

Once you hold the Times its history.
Finished. Forgotten. Trash canned people's dreams.
But the Bible and butterfly as extremes?
The Ancient code and the fatally free?

Did the two of them touch by accident
And was my Sunday accidentally spent?