The World tells me
To wake up every day
And put on a suit
And live in the Now,
But today I tell it
That I’m staying in bed,
In my pajamas,
And remembering a Now
That’s now many days past.
A Now that brought much—
All of which
I’m grateful for
With head propped on pillow
And toes wriggling bare,
Today.
Free Verse Poem: December Eighth, Two Thousand Four
