Some days I did 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 on my lungs and
a music until then unknown for me.
I need to hold on to not turn like
the novice of The Sound of Music
dancing on the Austrian Alps.
I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors
and see admirable amusing people.
It seems to me the brave new world,
the rediscovery of America, sudden
and happy recurrence of olden hopes.
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.