Some days I do not just wake up;
I get a renaissance.
I stare up and see a new sky,
a blue one I had never seen before;
a fresh air never felt in my lungs and
a music until then unknown for me.
I need to hold on not to become like
the novice of The Sound of Music
dancing in the Austrian Alps.
I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors
and see admirable amusing people.
It seems to me a brave new world,
the rediscovery of America, a sudden
and happy recurrence of hopes held.
It is my day and nobody else’s.
I hold and clasp it with all my strength
and, oftentimes, it lasts almost forever.
Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.