*****

This poet has an unexpectedly pleasant day today.

Hardly anyone made loud rude noises right beside her to make her jump and set her tachycardic heart racing way too fast.

So many people smiled at her, bade her a cheerful good day, offered guidance through new errand systems…

Well…

She might not get to sleep again tonight. She might wake up teary eyed and choking from chemical releases into her van. She might find her device non op again first thing tomorrow.

But ~ right this moment ~ we have energy for a poetic offering.

*****

Recorded Reading (0:59): https://www.dropbox.com/s/059ntiof8zpc3o4/Gates%20of%20Dawn.mp3?dl=0

*****

Gates of Dawn

At the new start of each and every day
We stand, as children do, before the gate
Of work, and love, and recreation’s play —
Of everything we may in it create

What though through seeming sultry sameness we
Will to the day beforehand this one go?
What though appears duty’s mundanity
Ever anon envelopes us — what though?

There walk beside us triumphs, tragedies,
Titanic struggles and quiet despair;
Were we to appreciate all of these —
Were we of our companions well aware,

We’d hasten all the kindnesses to do
By which their blessings — and our own — accrue

*****

Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

Donors may visit http://www.UgiftABLE.com , using code #72D-31S. It does take several days for the poet to be notified of your patronage.

Thank you for supporting quality in the fine arts.