If every day was truly a new beginning
you would start each morning with a blank
canvas.
You would paint with untamed inspiration
as your day emerged dripping with vibrant colours.
In reality morning canvases are tainted
with the marks of yesterday’s brush
strokes but,
in that moment when sleep clouds your consciousness,
you anticipate a canvas that is virgin
clean.
Then you remember
and you get up
and you get on with your day
because that is all there is.
