Sonnet #128

Who will we become today? Another day is here

And every minute of the day is the building of the self

Are we the person in a clean house, with bookshelves

and exercise and all the big goals gently steered?

Are we the ones who give up and worry and break?

Do our brains lie fallow in a haunted field of failure

Do our minds reach up and grip the cosmic spires?

Are we prayers today? Are we givers? Do we just take?

Every morning is another chance to build a habit

Every morning is another chance to feed old dooms

Today I cleaned the kitchen, again, held no sabbath

I think today I will drink coffee in the living room

until long after noon, and watch the dog and cat at it

Worry old pains in my bones with the rain and gloom