On The Clearest Day God Ever Sent

Off a distance a valley runs easily back uphill…

This valley in the mind, just a memory – if that,
Is watered down by distance,
The years gone by pull you too easily away from remembering,
Reliving,
What if felt like to breathe deep honeysuckle air in the evening,
The western skyline gleaming and gold,
The blue and easy night oozing across the sky…
In holy moments,
Those thunderstruck few seconds that only come your way every so often,
The strains of some old song can throw you straight back there,
Spy glasses and games of one-hop,
The school bus and the candy lady,
Staying inside and keeping quiet,
Killer prowling the back streets and all of it laying side by side…
In equal measure hornet’s stings mix with first kisses,
Sensations you’ll never forget,
And it makes you come to know,
All of a sudden, but with perfect clarity –
In the morning of our lives, all is new,
Each day all we have ever known,
And since there’s no clouds overhead right now,
It’s always going to be true,
Today,
Might as well be the clearest day god ever sent.

End.rev2, 12.28 a.m.

© David Mark Speer, 3 May 2011, Brooklyn.