The day begins (a brief poem by Sheri)

The day begins


The day begins in an elegy, a symphony, a slow dance

to a song leftover in the mind.  It begins as any other

constant reminder we can't reverse or deny.

I've been going on too long without one day to myself

without one day correcting the life and making it perfect.

The day begins in a crawl, a creeping, a casual feeling

of making the waking easy as apple pie.

I've been going on too long in a brain fog around

the valleys of my heart too lush to take back.

The day begins in a deep freeze of unpacked hours

and throws itself against surfaces of backhanded exposure.

I've been going on too long in the outskirts of longing

and waiting and existing just for nothing but having it.