This Day, Unnamed





Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” 
I will not dress you in yesterday’s name.

I will meet you with open palms,
as if you are a bird newly landed,
a river just beginning to flow.

I will let gratitude be the breath that wakes me,
and attention the prayer I offer in return.

May I see with unclouded eyes,
feel with unarmored heart,
and walk this day
as if it were the first—

because it is.

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