Solacing
I’m tired, but it’s the kind
Of tired that comes from sleeping for
A while,
Waking up and wondering what time it is
The clouds and unspring-cool help
This along
But it’s not unpleasant disorientation
I know I’ll rise
And this day will happen
Coffee and toast,
The closest thing to routine
It seems allowed
A normal day, what’s that?
I couldn’t tell you
I don’t fear boredom but
I fear being dull
Like the poor boy Jack
Life should have sharp edges not
For cutting but for
Carving toward brilliance
As if whittling wood could
Somehow make a diamond
Nature says hello
Me, too
I hope we both cooperate
I’d like you to have this day as well
C L Couch
(smoky diamond, public domain)
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