good day

My day begins with cravings

for the air, for the smells,
the sounds, the sunrise
that shares the sky

harkens to a calming soul

when all around, beyond
there’s noise of hate and war

observe the faces

of those near
and in their eyes
I see fear

they walk about

like zombie automatons
no say on if they
may live another day

all pray to their

God, Allah, their Ohm
for intervention
to keep their
earthly home

I wish this writ

to be a song of
blue streams where
flowers bloom
but all around
are tears, laments
of doom and gloom

but, this does not stop

or wane my cravings
for the fresh of a
new beginning
I shall look for that
embrace of love
and share with someone
my new day