Through the Day

The day was once a day

and now a night

it lingers on

for one last one

for the road.

Icy drinking water

on 100 degree days

feels better than

on 50 degree days.

Once upon a time

there was

sunlight galore

now there are

stars galore

yin and yang

activity & rest

the day serves

all who follow

its rhythms.

My body was

alive this after-

noon, morning.

My spirit was

enjoying the

ride provided

by its vehicle,

my humble body.






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