What to do with this day… I don’t work anymore.
I do have a job, though, and that is to stay sane.
So I do that by making sure I’m thinking right
And by moving this body from sunrise ‘til night.
Put a shark in a jet stream and give it a brain –
That’s a screenshot of me focused dead to the core.

In a fishbowl where I alone circle around
Searching high and low for something novel to do,
I often find things I had prior misplaced
Then I take to rejoicing; I’m no longer faced
With believing those things were just gone without clue.
I am grateful for things that today will be found.

I will start this day off as I most often do
Feeling grateful I’m kicking and feeling at all.
Then I’ll get settled, comfy, with mint tea in hand
And embellish the wordsmith whose labor is grand.
My life, like my damned poetry, may seem banal
But it does keep me going and loving it too!