I thank the powers for this middling day,
Which started with anticipatory tears,
That grew into resolve to always play
With creatures that I hope to have for years,
Which made me impotent to rise and leave
For work, when to my lap Giovanni leapt
But running for the bus, I couldn’t grieve
The presence of the dog for whom I’d wept.
I did the necessary things at work,
And musically, I did just well enough
To mask the studying I might have shirked,
Though it was unequivocally rough.
And though the day left much to be desired
Perhaps tomorrow I will be inspired.
Inspiration: i thank You God for most this, e. e. cummings