Of Today

Of Today

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

The day has yet to climb the hill

To my house – and break.

I rolled out of bed reluctantly

Drifted down the avenues

In the search of coffee,

To jumpstart my mind.

Still slung over from

Last night’s fair.

In the daytime, beyond the

Boulevards, I see skaters

Ollie over the same hole in the

Road.  They sit and discuss

Life – through the vast window

Of knowledge gained in their

16 years on earth – Buddha’s.

In the afternoon, I’d hear

The ice cream man rolling through

My neighborhood for the skaters'

Daily injection of self worth

And gluttony.

The shadows grow long

And the sky radiates red

Just for that one spectacular

Minute – where death and ambition

Seem to merge.

Casting poor shadows the

Waxing disk hangs in its’ cycle

Circling us ‘slowly’.

That smile on my face,

Unexpected, but obvious

When you think –

This life is all we’ve got

And today was beautiful.