Any day we spend above ground is a good one
If last night you wasted split second stares
Into the near future and could do nothing
Save for wrapping analysis in a black plastic bag
Then the best thing that can happen to you
Is the negative frame of the last photo
Your eyes gazed upon before sleep
Because its one more chance
To throw feathers like darts
Paint a wash anew on your canvas
Fly on the back of an albatross
And keep the shovel in the garage for one more day