even though it is quite outworn and thin
and dusk is creeping, cool and shadowy
through the widening seams ...
Tomorrow I will gladly face the welcome task
of breaking in a new day
shaping it to me
stretching the narrow hours
to cover the length of my happiness
the breadth of my sorrow ...
But now, I hate to let go of the old day
so completely my size
and so threadbare that I can scarcely hold it together
and so very comfortable ...