It was one of those days
when even air chafed the skin
and my eyes - sleep focused on dim dreams
of loss and longing - refused
to completely acknoweldge the morning.
I slept halfway through the first cup
of never-strong-enough coffee
through my cat's incessant purr
the bleeps and pings and tiny rings
of online friends
calling me home.
How did they know
I needed those gentle
half-formed notes - the abbreviated versions
of their daily lives
to recall me to my own?
How did he know - that persistent, patient man
with a surgeon's touch -
to pursue the threads of unraveled lies
down to bone
down to a simple gift of love
carried on a cry?
It was one of those days -
a day I could've done without
but without a doubt
wouldn't have missed
for the world.
- Jenaia
ONE MORE WONDERFUL POEM
If You Are Lucky in This Life
If you are lucky in this life
A window will appear on a battlefield between two armies.
And when the soldiers look into the window
They don't see their enemies
They see themselves as children.
And they stop fighting
And go home and go to sleep.
When they wake up, the land is well again.
By Cameron Penny,
who was a 4th grader in a Michigan school when he wrote this poem.
The poem was originally published in 2001.
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