A Day Like No Other

A Day Like Any Other

A Day Like Any Other
© 2022 Nick LeForce

I wrote the poem A Day Like Any Other while sitting on my patio in the early monring, listening to the birds. As a poet, I often burden myself to compose with depth and meaning or produce a piece that will impact an audience I may never see or know. Even these words seem like stray dogs seeking an adopter; or wishes tossed into a secret well from which secret others may quench their thirst.  If I put my cards on the table, I really only write for myself. It is pathetically amusing that my ego, like a little God, thinks itself to be the whole wide world. That’s why I love to listen to the morning birds: do they sing to declare themselves? To note their place in the scheme of things? To attract friends and lovers? To me they seem to sing with such joy and wonder, as if to say “This is another day, another day like no other.”

Feel free to call 
upon the gods 
for milk and honey 
or ease the burdens 
we refuse 
to lay down. 

Feel free to ladle out 
the day from a list, 
to rush headlong 
through the daily duties, 
to strive to do your best 
and do no harm. 

Feel free to dash 
after all the others 
and wonder 
where the hell 
the time has gone. 

Feel free to worship 
at the temple of meaning 
or seek a path to walk 
on sacred ground. 

Or simply 
let it be 
a day 
like any other 
and take 
a springtime 
moment 
at the dawn 
to learn 
from birds who greet 
the sun 
with a song.