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