Today, In Its Way

Today is today. I must not forget.

It teaches me to live in its niche.
On this street, by that purple tree.
With those birds,--black, blue,
speckled, gray. orange.

It leads me to eat this daily bread,
not bread made of promises or dread,
of regrets, threats, or plans, but of
Now's flour, water, yeast, and salt.

Today softly slaps my face
and tells me what people
I must help, what people
help me.  Don't go messin'
around with other days,
you dumb ass,  says today.
In its way.

hans ostrom 2024