Wonder.

Is hard to find

In ordinary time.

In dark skies, aching body, troubled mind.

Wonder.

Is scarce on days I eat my sorrow and still find empty landscapes in my mind.

Wonder.

I am sure it lurks. There was a rainbow today.

Wonder.

Tomorrow I am sure my head will be more together. But some days are like those clouds. Dreary. Long.

Tomorrow is another day.

For now. Tea. Bed. Book. TV.

The days roll on, waiting is as much in the trudging days as the mountain top joy.

I breathe. I hope. I rest.

Tomorrow is another day.