My Brother In Poetry, Eyan Desir. Poem by Joe Rosochacki

I, for one, have no ugly days.
Everyday is beautiful day in many ways.
I look forward to getting my first breath,
I look forward to reading the paper Obituaries concerning my lack of death.
I look forward to see my reflection in my wife's eyes.
Somehow there's no surprise.
I look forward to the rain,
As drought is washed away again and again.
The tumultuous clouds whipping around us,
The change of seasons, the currents of air, stratus, nimbus, cumulus.
I look forward to tomorrows, I can't see them as ugly.
Because the days are facets of God to me.

11-7-09