ughf! dyspeptic morning and the whole day
yet to go. oh, but I took a vow of
optimism: how am I to face this
in brightness, this overcast november
morning with my belly aching and head
filled with allergy cobwebs, eyes itchy
watering and thus painting the world drab
water color . . . and now, suddenly, I turn
my mind to matisse and visions of renoir
reverberate through visual memory
and the day seems more mysterious, more
cunning and deeper in rich longing, some
impression, some expression, of wonder
and miracles never cease for going unseen.

dmpitchford