We have seen many days And will see many more But not this day Today is unique, as are all our tomorrows It’s a one-and-done deal We fill our lives with routine And let the days roll by Til suddenly it’s next week, month, year And we wonder where the time goes Would it be…
How strange to see A smoky sun peering myopically over the hill Vision obscured by wet-felt fog squelching on the valley floor Yawns and stretches Rising higher to shed a little light How strange to see A valley of shadow Holding tight to its damp, dark doubts Defying the day Hot dry light meets cold…
Eclectic Assemblage 