One and Only Day

There has only ever been one day and it happens over and
over. No one knows where it came from. It slides through time
like the prow of a ship through sleeping water. It bumps
against the shore of daylight each morning and sets sail alone
in the dark at night. Sometimes under the awful glitter of stars.
Sometimes into a thickly falling rain, rain that sends the animals
back to their dens and causes the woods to drip and become the
color of owls.

– Tom Hennen