I give myself today to make me feel
a little better at tomorrow’s start.
I’ll give me that one, too, and I’ll appeal
to me for one more day to add a part
of permanence to what I feel today –
a leap of revelation as I rise,
an end to old resistance in my mood –
A calendar displayed before my eyes
is granting me an altered attitude.

I realize that I nightly nurse the ache
of amputated habit, that I wear
a skirt of magic feathers, that I take
the best of me each morning out of where
I want to be. I leap from this to say
I’ll rise an hour earlier each day.