It has been a good day, in spite
That outside, the sleet beats down
So furious, so cold
Erecting sculptures in crystal thought…
A thief come to steal my joy
Pick the cheer from my pockets
Condensation on the windowpane
Ice turns to drops
To cascading rivulets
Then cold puddles
It’s been a good day
Even while clouds obscure
My vision in their misty haze
So gray, so gray
I can trick the clouds, I can
Put on my magic
Glasses, see chubby
Cheeked angels with chocolate
Smeared faces, the
Dirty dishes and dried gravy clumped
On the stove, a banquet
Eaten some time ago
It’s been a good day
The sleet turned to rain
The clouds rolled away
Shades in the case
Janet Caldwell & Alan Phillips
©2002 Caldwell Phillips