Some days, volatile earthquakes
The world seeming to move from under your feet
Leaving you feeling like a
Coca Cola can forgotten half full on that pickup bumper
The truck drives off and you
Wonder as you tip this way and that
How long it will be before
You become one
With the ground

Some days, a quiet blanket
Of softest down
Just lying there
Those are the times to stop and
Breathe
To slow down at last
To be thankful for the pause before you have

Some days, whirlwinds
You arise with
The sun
And blow through the day
Taking up everything in your path
Until night slows you down
So you can stop breezing along
You sleep just long enough to get up and
Do it again tomorrow

Some days, like today, luscious golden mist
Blooming unexpectedly in the window
A coral hibiscus flower
With a deep colored center
For one day only
A day to be savored, wallowed in
And tucked away for the times when
You have those other kinds of days.