Somedays

 

Everyday I confront 

the edge of the world 

in this season of ice and snow. 

Somedays it is 

crystal sequins decorating 

trees, eaves, hedges and cars. 

Somedays it is 

thick bumpy ice that 

coats sidewalks and streets. 

Somedays it is 

the warm sun that melts 

and pools snow and ice. 

Somedays it is 

watching swirls of snow, 

frantically waving tree branches. 

Somedays it is 

the ever changing winter sky, 

elegant clouds in a low slung sun

          ———

Most days I stand 

on the other side of that edge 

daring myself into the frigid weather 

Most days, I dare myself to 

stay inside to muddle through 

one more winter day. 

Most days, I am willing 

to stand on that edge and 

give myself time to be.

“I believe in one day and someday and this perfect moment called Now.”

~ Jacqueline Woodson, writer