This morning I sit and read
without my glasses,
eyes straining.
But what does it matter?
The sun is hidden behind
dark brooding clouds,
as wind and rain approach
from the west.

Tomorrow I'll drudge through wetness,
an unhappy sailor
on stormy seas.
But today I sit ,
beneath the blooming
laurel of thought,
smiling at what transgressed
and passed through us both,
while others slepth soundly
in the stillness of the night.