It's Still Life

Today Is the Day

Morning unfastened itself in rain,
a soft grey unlatching of the world.
I pulled the curtains, and there it was,
a small plane stitching the sky,
dragging its sentence behind it:
Today is the day.

No thunder followed.
No doors flew open.
The kettle boiled.
The hours put on their usual coats
and walked past without stopping.

Still, that banner stayed with me,
tugging at the edges of things,
in the way the rain thinned by afternoon,
in how light briefly forgave the clouds,
in the ordinary mercy of nothing breaking.

Now evening settles its weight on the table,
and I look back at the day,
so perfectly itself,
and think maybe the promise was smaller,
or closer, than I expected.

Maybe today was the day
the world didn’t ask me to change it,
only to notice
how even an uneventful sky
can speak
and be true.

Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2026.