A Day

Here is a day;
Dawn to dark.

Here is a day,
A string of moments
Small enough to
Ignore or notice.

Here is a day;
A stretch of time
Between awakening
And sleep to be
Savored, or brushed
Aside in the rush
To some distant destination;
A goal before dusk.

Here is a day
Different from any other,
With its own flavor
To be tasted.
The golden flow just
Before the sun rose
Held such promises
As I knew must be kept;
Knew beyond even
The nagging whisper
Of doubt were true,
That this very day
The whole perfection
Of the universe can
Be inhaled like the
Scent of fallen leaves.