future tense
where every day
is still
a good day—
the mountains
and rivers of our lives
somehow mean more
than they do
from our windows;
and yet much less
than they signify in prose.
On that unspoiled day
which is not
today, nothing
is the same
as before
and everything
is the same as before—
except
we scald the teapot
and steep the leaves,
and even the dregs
are poetry.
