Saturday, 18 April 2026

ee cummings wrote:

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

It is Spring, the year is young, I am old, and today is yet another first day of my life. Years have proven I can choose to see beauty with newly focused eyes or reach from my nightstand glasses to wear that have been colored by all the days and nights of my remembered life. I know this and rarely choose the uncluttered day, but when I do wonder and play can often result.