My friend turned to me in distress- I don’t know what to do, he said. I used to have a purpose. I was once a “Somebody.” Now I don’t know what to do with a single day!
Don’t you understand, I may need to fill twenty years of days like this!!
long slow breath this day is a long slow breath soft edges and sunlight it’s your grandson’s smile and the trust of a good woman. this day is a hawk drawn sharp against a mountain sky it’s the way the clouds break over the ridge and the feel in your hand of a well-balanced tool it’s the cool breeze on your neck as summer fades into fall this day is everything you’ve forgotten and all you never needed to know it’s the necessary and the sufficient it’s a soft chair and a sleeping dog it’s a white tree with yellow leaves on a hillside of deepest green this day is the first and last day of nevermore this day is a day beyond the need to become a somebody this day is a day to be a body walking this earth in peace this day is a long slow breath