It may not seem like it,
But then,
The way the early spring light moves through the east window
And the cat looks at you,
The way your spine straightens and your feet carry you to the kitchen
And the black shepherd tries to fit herself onto your lap,
The way your love passes through the courtyard with a baby spider plant in his cupped hands
And the sudden delirious ease of being in your own skin
Remind you that each day is halcyon.