On Days Like This
On days like this . . .
Before the dawn ever happens
when the sky is still dark
and the morning star bright. It is
on days like this . . .
When the last of the night spills
into the ravine.
When my mind is filled with the
thoughts of smooth stones.
It is on days like this . . .
When the garden is damp
And the wind
still trapped
inside my ear.
And I find the same pebble twice
when my pocket it full
it is on days like this . . .
It is on days exactly like this . . .
~ Das Lanzillotti