This day
unlike all the other days and yet so
similar in so many ways
splays out before me.
Outside the door
free,
unencumbered except by blessings which
I number one to where they go on
and
under the Sun makes a good change from
being under the gun.

I am being spun into thread,silver and led
to a meet on a street unlike all the other streets and
yet
so similar,
unfamiliar but I've been here before,
peculiar,
but I know well the door where
outside I'm free.