When the melody of the day has laid out in gray
contemplation of eager manipulation
and trembling trepidation,
pause, breathe deep.
Close your eyes and feel the world
slip past unkindness unhindered,
pass by the wails of failure and
the fear of frustration,
into the depths of a place only
poets dare to go… and know.
Today is just a day.
and fell flat,
but at the end, it is…
just that… past.
Now, is where you are.
And where you are – is beautiful.