Some days I wear black and walk like a widow
Some days I wake to find the sun on my mind
Some days old men's beads chatter on the sidewalk
Some days there are more birds than cones in the pines
Some days I sing songs in a language I don't know
Some days the flower vendor gives me a sign
Some days spring blossoms through branches of winter
Some days all is light and I know the spiral of time
(Some days I don't wake and that's very sad)
Athens 1977