certainly, this day is about color—

aspen leaves and red chiles, and aromas—

wafting dust and roasting chiles

certainly, this day is about neither.

it is about this screen and work,

dishes and laundry, tension and covid,

november third and uncertainty.

certainly, this day is a dreadful repetition

of yesterday, and every mundane day.

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certainly, this day is more than a litany,

it is a palette. as artist i have a say in the outcome—

i am not powerless before it, nor undiscerning.

aspen leaves will not be aglow for long, a rain 

will settle the dust, the aroma of roasted chiles 

is seasonal, and yesterday was, most certainly, rich  

with dishes and laundry and work and all the rest— 

a panoply of the spectacularly mundane. 

certainly, with perception comes choice.