by Tom Reilly
FIRST DAY
The old is yielding
to necessary slumber;
restfully it sleeps–
memories breathing beneath,
busily at work in dreams.
Now it is today
as real as a day can be;
space ‘tween was and will–
a moment strives to matter,
a time filled with hope and angst.
The new is waking
the offing reaches to me;
possibilities–
life begins anew, first day,
I begin again, first day.
The Best by Tom