today was not the day for poetry
nor was the day before
i did nor thought of anything profound
enough to put to paper
i suffered no tragedy
i reached no state of nirvana
i woke up with a headache
and a slightly upset stomach
put my head down
and plodded through my day
in a grey sort of fog
i spoke in the simple sentences
which my mind was capable of forming
i did not dance
but i am better for living these days
for now the good days will seem all the richer