On Some Days…
On some days, everything goes wrong. Why is this? The milk is off. Your words dry up. Thoughts fail. And though you know the fault is yours, you miss The days when neither thought, nor bread, was stale. And yet, on other days, your touch is sure. Friends laugh. Cats purr. A fumbler could not miss. Bone china will not shatter on the floor. On some days, everything goes right. Why is this?
Mandalay, Mustique February 28, 200
Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams