The mortal beginning of the day
is simple,
not overtly suspicious
or conspicuous
the newspaper vendor
throws it
on the windowpane
the Sun is as magnanimous
as it was yesterday
it is not present of course
in some places where it snows
when I love, it's all the time
at every fleeting moment
of self discovery
within me
if I am deceptive to myself
what will a day give to me?
I love you not because
it's' the right thing to do
and I don't love you less or more
depending on today's date
Nevertheless, the celebrated saint
needs to be celebrated once more
In the times of chaos
and climate change and politics of hate
this day of smiles and flowers
is gratifying to say the least