this is one of those mornings.
nothing particularly good or bad.
nothing to celebrate or mourn.
the world continues to suffer;
the bad guys still cause misery.
but for me, here where i live,
it’s just one of those mornings,
almost too ordinary to be endured.
an entire day must be endured.
i’d like to do better than that,
but i don’t have much confidence in myself
to do much more than get through the day
and prove once again that i’m never mistaken
in being disappointed in myself.