Different Somehow

Every day something new reminds you

who and where you are. Your routine

may take you to seemingly the same

place as yesterday and the days before.

And there are times you are okay with

that. Some consider it a curse, but there

is a certain security in familiarity. It

doesn’t have to always breed contempt.

Sometimes I read the same poem over

and over again discovering something

new each time. My dog looks at me

waggingly faithful each waking day. We

are a day older, I try to explain. Speak

for yourself, white man, I imagine he

given a voice of his own would say.

That makes today, silly as it may seem,

different than yesterday. But I was a

day younger then, and just a bit more

serious than I am today. I think I’ll

move that armchair over there.

Chris Hanch 10-30-19