the day wakes
a choice is made
not by the day mind you it does what it does no choice in the matter
by me by you by your neighbor by the postman by the person just now walking by on the dawn lit sidewalk jeans too low head held high hands fluttering just
will you listen with both ears
can you taste the morning coming to greet you
will you let all of your eyes scan and see the colors in sky and tree and soil
can you absorb a day through the surface of your skin
the light touch of morning breeze that is reaching out to sway the little yellow bird atop the sunflower in the front garden bed
glanced at just by the low-slung passerby too this
has sense for you