Cathy Ross’s Poem, “This Day”, treats a common subject in an uncommon way. We often say to each other idioms like “Seize the Day” or “Live One Day at a Time”. Cathy’s poem reflects on what would we want to say about that “special day” if we lived that way. – Tim
THIS DAY
If I were a day,
I’d want to be a counted day
marked on the calendar
a splendid day,
one I’ve been waiting for
it’s almost here
Counted days quiver with excitement
Wake up early, expecting wonder,
not much longer
Counted days are better than plain days
Who shuffle by, hands in pockets
nothing new here
counted days are circled in red,
tallied on the walls
only two days left
and the day itself is filled
with enchantment
I hope it never ends
but-couldn’t every day
be counted for something
you mean today
today might be the day
a project starts, a conflict ends
now is a good time
why not make it count,
this splash of seconds
this single blink
To read Cathy’s previous poem, MURMURATION, published in the NESTER – click here
