* an acrostic written for day 100 of the Stafford poem-a-day challenge.

On a day begun in sleepy routine, do
Not worry how high your bread rises.
Every loaf like every minute
Hunts and finds its rightness, its
Unfamiliar beauty. And surely
No one should say this is a
Day like any other. Its bells
Ring a tune you will never
Ever hear again. Hold it to your heart,
Deem it right to linger, unlid its singing.