I am pondering the thousand twists,
The joys and dips of any single day.
Flavor combinations that demand to be
Mopped up with bread, not a drop lost.
Let downs that prick tears:
The gut punch of rude service or
The opportunity just missed—
Arriving five minutes past close.
The right words slipping off your tongue
When earlier you tripped on the wrong ones.
Aches that threaten to spoil your awe,
Jet lag that tugs at your eyelids
When you want them plastered open
To admire how sun and shadow adorn
Every statue or the trees frame the view
And even the clouds are showing off.
Fascinations sprinkled into every
Conversation and gilded place
But too numerous to fit in your ears at once
No matter how hard you strain.
Awake in the night with a saturated mind,
Trying to wring it out, drain the contents—
But not until you catch the best of it
In a cup to drink again:
A 2am poem, une élégie du jour,
The counterpoint like a metronome,
Rough couplets blending opposing tastes,
An ode to marvels and defeats.