it seemed to be
the perfect day
to get things
done
and so
all morning
and even into the afternoon
I got
things done
not always completely joyfully
but steadily
these days don’t come often
sometimes I’m too anxious
or too sad
to notice they’re here
and I’m left
raging
or weeping
at another lost day
(the passing of time
occupies my mind
at all sorts of
inopportune moments).
perhaps this means
there’ll be a blue moon
tonight.