On A Day

Sun illuminates
blue dust as it filters

in windows

in gasps I stare at

sorrow and decline

to ride on river Styx 

I am blessed 

to live in the instant

slap myself if I falter

refuse the snare

unbalance presses

deserves no notice

I don’t want first 

to sink in misery

want second to

ride wings looking

down at beauty

required from height