twenty-four hours later i find myself exactly where i was yesterday

watching the dawn   listening to the wren   writing to you

twenty-four hours have passed   thinking about the day   

what made it unique   not the walk i took   not the hours spent

watching the leaves and clouds and their motion   not the food I ate

not the books I read   the news I avoided

was anything unique about may 17th   nothing comes to mind

but it was a good day   a worthwhile day   unremarkable   which is okay

l.