I know this sounds trite but
Before you call it just
Another day,
Leave two galvanized
Pails full of water
Under the stars,
Then hit the hay.
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Get up
At the crack of dawn,
Go straightaway out
And
As you watch the stars
Being washed away,
Empty the pails in turn over
Your still numb stark-naked body.
You are now clearly
And fully ready
To greet a brand-new day.
Thanks to William Michaelian for linking to my blog, for his never-failing daily posts which help to make my day, and for his helping me with html tags.
What a pleasant surprise! And thank you.
ReplyDeleteNow, why does this lovely poem remind me of Zorba?
Maybe because it reminds you of the way Zorba captures the essence of each day--with unbridled zest--while the vast sleeping majority lets it slip away!
ReplyDeleteSo many inspiring scenes in that book. I’m finding that same, stone-ancient, clear-eyed wisdom here, in your poems. Crepuscular is another gem.
ReplyDelete“Your pulse is being taken
By twilight again.”
Wonderful . . .