It can be a bad day,
a really terrible nasty day,
the kind of day where the sky is a blue bruise
and the air is a raking of nails…
It can be a bad day,
a truly unbearable day,
where gravity bulges into obesity
and shoulders slump and drag against ground…
It can be a bad day, but
all it takes is a single moment:
a word of buoyant gratitude,
a glacier smooth smile.
A bad day can remain a bad day—but
the shroud of clotted clouds
can been sundered by a blade of beaming luminance.
It can be a bad day,
but the eyes can still shine.
Excellent poem. Congratulations 👏