Painted Poem #5/21
A Day
You open the day, and look!— an assemblage of what you’ve always
wanted has been given—sunlit hours
with lizards crawling through them.
The frog pond’s improvisational chorus
of hush and croak. Redwoods inch up
toward tomorrow, and the stream
where you decide to rest, though diminished
in dry season, gurgles ever-so faintly on.