Some Days - A New Poem

Some days

you wake up

and discover

that you slipped

into the underworld

during the night.

The body aches and

the mind is haunted

with doubts and fears.

Some days

you watch a spider

drop down on the

window pane, and

you envy its deliberate,

graceful dance, its

simple, steady work.

Some days

when age is

what you feel,

when all you see

is fog or gloom,

then it is time

to straighten

your spine and

your resolve.

This day

is the day

to raise

your hands

and greet

whatever comes

out from the depths.

This day

is the day

to sing to

the morning light.