lovely and sanguine

each day travels a bit differently in my mind,

with their own surprises and modesty.

i catch myself drifting off quite often lately,

when i am listless and feeling the usual

wistful waves for affections.

there are these small objects we've come to share

in our short time, small in the way

that this planet is compared to the universe;

in our minds, i suppose every

victory of a moment or cheer for the length gone by

and not driving ourselves to wit's end is momentous.

and some days, that is all i need to assure

my upkeep is paid and i can thrive.