A Great Day

Ever-circling demands of sickness and hanging ruin
keep him sitting in the window looking out
at birds and squirrels and the kids across the street.

When a pigeon falls dead to the sidewalk
from the wire, he blames himself yet again
for every natural disaster, forgetting that for nature,

there is no such thing as a disaster
as it contains every death, mutation,
storm, volcano, and flood; puts the emphasis always

on natural, not disaster; shakes everything 
off as just another great day.  Nature’s
infinitely happy with itself and does not grieve. 

Meanwhile, back in the window, our intrepid hero
of despair is telling the ledge that he’s going
to do it this time, he really is, no stopping him…

standing in the window 
measuring his potential descent
against the light of morning…it’s true:

nothing’s going to stop him. A heavy soul
always sinks unopposed at its appointed time.
Nature will not stop smiling even as he turns away

and goes to his bathroom.  
Whatever happens next,
it’s going to be a great day.