This Day - Bowerbirds

This day is no special day

This day will see no placards given

This day will see no dismembered limbs

Yet there buzzes about a distant chainsaw

Whose sound comes in and out on the timid wind

This day is a slow gesture

This day is just clearly not ready

It hopes for a year of vibrant clarity

But waits for the cues from the coming weeks

And fumbles and stares blankly

It’s not clear how this day will end

But I have put my money down

On having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again

It’s not clear how this day will end

This day heaves like a cold engine

With a tank of old gasoline

Live your mornings on ether

And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down