April 21, 2020

The days must not blend,
they must each one be precious and meaningful,
not a handful of diamonds, but a handful of sand with flecks and greys and browns and those little black bits.

Each unique, ancient, weighty.

I am reminded to celebrate days as one celebrates children,
each one unique,
each with a different message,
a different lesson,

Both recalling the ancestors,
and wholly new.