If you have ever had a thought

beyond your own breath

this day is yours;

the earth has given it to you,

the emeralds balanced on branches

by the long undying winter;

 

the fish frying in the pan,

red wine and laughter;

 

the washrag twisted and rung out

into the bloody water.

 

If you have ever held a thing

beyond your own body

this day is yours;

the stars have given it to you,

their insides coalescing

into flesh and bone;

 

the sons and daughters

that clamber rampant

in and over all the stones.

 

This day is yours.

 

If you have ever waited

beyond your own hope

this day is yours;

hope leaves

and who is left

but you;

 

you against all thieves?

 

This day is yours,

long beyond the day

and beyond the hour.

 

Here is the seed you planted.

 

Here is the flower.

 

~ Dina Strasser