Is today the day?
You know.
That someday.
The one we always seem to be
waiting for
while we ignore this one.
Is this the day
birds stop singing
and rain stops falling
over barn roofs
where goats form a chorus
in high stepping majesty,
while we stand in silent awe?
Is this the day
children no longer join in play
with joyful glee
among their un-tamed thoughts
where all is possible
until nothing is?
It is not too late
to save the day.
You know.
This one.
The one you take
to go and play.
annarino writes 