Day is born; the unknown lurks
Opportunities to absurdities
Could be in the works
Nothing known until it is lived
Starting out early day
To the shore and rippling waves
Hoping for the beauty of
The sun which has risen
Baffled by low clouds of mist
Taking away this vision
Closer observation throws me
Searching, searching but no horizon
Clouds obscure something rare
A wonder, oh, to be aware of
All these earthly gifts
You shake, you stare
No doubt at all that you care
There is no horizon
You walk away
After you look away
Trying to get a grip
No sun will break today
At least not from my view
Other aspects of life
Will have to prevail
You’ve been affected in a good way
It will have been a good day
Listen for song; there is none
Just for a while
Birds will come for the seed
Their song will crack your smile
Another gift and don’t forget
This early euphoria takes you to
A plane of no regret
Stanski
April 14, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 