Now that I’m sure
all contests are over
(no one to tally my merits,
not even me)
What do I have but this day
and its sounds?

Trees dripping from recent rain,
blackbirds at the pond,
towhees and turkeys,
sparrows and mourning doves,
others whose names I don’t know

What do I have but this day
and its learnings, steps on the ground
through the rain loosened mud,
things we will build, and things that will wash away,
What do I have but this day?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2020