A SUNNY SUNDAY, ONE LATE MAY

A day of light,
a day of bright
and broad,

and maybe even deep,
rippling reflection. . .

a day to act
and play,

do a little work,

and make time for
restoration, introspection.

A chance to live
a chunk of life
well-lived,

and,
of what you deeply want or need, a time
to take at least enough,

and,
of what others deeply need or want,
that you do have,
a time to give.