I was a dusty, weary wayfarer
bruised and limping on bare feet
The night had been far too long
my heart, stone-heavy and dark
But something happened
The first rays of the sun sneaked in
carefully bathing my sullied skin
Fresh winds untangled my hair
and I found you sitting right there
Yes, something happened
Though strangers, we were kindred spirits
perhaps I was taller, but only in height
On this new day, we both had a chance
to brush the soot off our chimney-souls
I know that something happened
It always does when a new sun rises
filling us with unexpected surprises
No matter our distinction and persuasion
the new day levels for us a new haven
Something happened to us today
Another chance to stand, start afresh
another moment to fall back in love
with life itself and our own raison d’être
It’s ours now, let’s absolve their blame.
Something is happening to all of us today.
Chevvy's diary 
Very stirring & positive! I like it!
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Thank you!😀
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You’re very welcome 😊
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I think the “something” you speak of is HOPE. I felt very much like the speaker in Stanza 1 post-election and inauguration–impenetrable darkness. A ray of light broke through it during Saturday Night Live with Melissa McCarthy doing her impression of Sean Spicer. She made me laugh at a time when I truly thought I’d never laugh again, and it felt so good. Life is bearable with hope and laughter. Thanks for a great reminder of that, Chevvy. 🙂
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Oh Joan, it’s such a great story to hear of how you are able to make the connection to this poem and your ray of hope. This was born out of an exchange I had with another blogger and I’m hoping he’ll write his version of this poem.
Still every day something happens towards the good no matter how small. Thank you my dear!😊
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THIS: “the new day levels for us a new haven”
I love that line! I think it speaks to that bit of us that stays eternally optimistic with each passing day.
A hopeful expectation that things will be alright.
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Yes, each day can bring a surprise that can lift us even in small ways- if we’re open to it.
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Hopeful expectancy! It’s a must 🙂
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But I suppose we always have put in our own efforts to realise the promise that hope holds for us.
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I know that to be true 🙂
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Wow! I read this and felt like I should stop writing poetry. This is so elite. Every word speaks and the image unfolds and it’s just beautiful..I’m impressed!
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Thank you. I don’t know about elite, I just picked up on words you used.
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This is purely your diction. Pedigree
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I’ll send you a link or two to pieces I’ve written so you can see that “pedigree” as you put it, is not beyond us never mind where we come from. Besides – whose idea of pedigree are we talking about?😄 Now let me attend to that reblog.
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Well, just know that your writing has a touch of perfection. Period.
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Compliment humbly received my friend!
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The prominent tone of positivity and hope has made the poem a great read. Just beautiful…:-)
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Thank you Maniparna and I’m sooo glad to see you here!🌹
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❤ … pleasure to read your posts…
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Thank you my dear!
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I read this poem for 3rd time now. it still stirs the same emotions. you did great
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And what are those emotions, pray tell. I guess that’s what poetry should do right?
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Yes, of course. these are iddy biddy bits of feelings that deluge my diction
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