This Day, and Probably Tomorrow Also
Full of thought, regret, hop dashed or not dashed yet,
full of memory, pride, and more than enough
of spilled, personal grief.
I begin another page, another poem.
So many notions fill the day! I give them
gowns of words, sometimes I give them
little shoes that rhyme.
What an elite life!
While somewhere someone is kissing a face that is crying.
While somewhere women are walking out, at two in the morning--
many miles to find water
While somewhere a bomb is getting ready to explode.