This Day we’ve demarcated as a new
Beginning–agreed upon by most of the globe–
Feels much like an extension of the few
Days before that covered us like a damp robe
That needs airing in the sun. I got
To do a show in school, and the last
Song said every blessed moment of what
We call our lives is the beginning. The past
Is the little playground rock climbing wall
I cling to because the resin approximations
Of foot- and hand-holds seem sturdy. And if I fall
I’m two feet up: risk ameliorations.
This day is new like every clock tick.
Seeing the ceaseless birth, now that’s the trick.
