Sees the Day
By Stephen Smoke
People say “Seize the day”
Yet it is the rare person who actually
“Sees the day”
The day and its simple pleasures
Opportunities and possibilities
Delivered each day
Each moment
While we scan
Rear view mirrors
And crystal balls
Unwilling to admit
Or unaware
The past is gone
And the future never comes
We are architects of deceit
Building worlds and walls
Hiding Grand Design in pleasing forms
Veiling images from plain sight
Angels lost in angles
Light obscured by dark glass
Truth rising out of reach
Trapped in towers of delusion
Protecting that which exists
Only in our minds
He who perceives the day
Through the prism of the mind
What should have been
What could have been
What may or may not be
Misses gifts delivered
Waiting on a life that never comes
Yet he who sees the day
Sees his life
Clear
Unadorned with adjectives and illusion
Neither good nor bad
Without complexity or guile
Therein lies redemption
He who sees the day
Fears only wasted time…
And wasted love
© 2010 by Stephen Smoke. All rights reserved.