Seems not remarkable, one more day.  
A day to watch the borning sun chase a lazy mist.
A day to hear soft words over morning cups.

A day to parcel out the day’s best chores.
A day to watch purposed puttering at daily tasks.   
One more day not remarkable on this shore?   

It would fill my earth, my hope of heaven and fling 
Itself to the far universe to rest with all the stars.

                (for Katie Belle)