Breaking the Day
Start with a clean slate
spoke the muse.
Be elegant in the fresh of morning.
(Even the leaves know it is spring.
They flourish.)
Sitting by the waters
of a calm lake,
the mind strengthens,
the ego is displaced.
Oh sanity,
Have you gone into hiding?
Past is a pathology
best left on the doorstep
like a foundling.
Hurry on,
breaking the day.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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