Morning Report

Eyes open and although no promises

were made the night before, dawn

breaks on another day anyway.

A good day, a loving day, a safe day,

I pray.

Might as well choose words to begin

with, words which have worked adequately

for me so many days before.

I carry no rabbit’s foot, no horseshoe

is hung above my door. I have no lucky

T-shirt or pair of socks to wear.

God is overloaded with mankind requests

and has his hands full elsewhere. Besides,

miracles are needed by those far more

desperate than you and I happen to be.

Today, I am predisposed to write about

something which has entered my mind—

Something, anything, and at the moment

what that might be, I am at times hard

pressed to find.

Oh well, not to worry, I tell myself. No one

but I shall give a damn anyway.

And, as for tomorrow, who can rightly say?

Again, another eye-opener for you and me?

Perhaps tomorrow once again…we’ll see.

It’s almost guaranteed, some of those birds

chirping today will remain. But then again, I am

certain, many of them won’t be the same.

Perhaps tomorrow once again...Wait for it...

perhaps the prospect of horseshoes, we’ll see.

Chris Hanch 5-20-19