Momentous

A poem in the second person.

this is the day you

go for a run

get that text

the humidity lifts.

this is the day

your daughter is born,

your son is conceived

your child identifies as non-binary.

this is the day you’ve

been putting off

waiting for

dreaming of;

the day

amazon delivers your neighbor’s package by mistake

the scan comes back clean,

the rain begins

or won’t stop,

making that ark you built come in handy.

this is the day you get your puppy

bury your mother

fold your laundry

sprain your ankle

ignore the sunrise

fall madly in love

break a promise.

this is the day you fashion

from rote and calamity

the any/every/out of the blue;

this is that day,

and you.