Even though I’ve not been here before
Going through the motions
As though I have.
Where nary an original thought
S’to be found.
Ways of responding
All seem irritatingly preconceived.
Not deciding’s deciding too.
I must decide to remind myself
That I’ve not passed this way before.
This is a new day
A new thing
(Full of promise and opportunity)
Why does this remembrance seem the exception, the extra?
A pleasant surprise? A life-changing epiphany?
Why does succumbing to lesser quality modes of responding seem to be the most common rule?
Going through the motions will reign
If I don’t fight for lusher, more vital grounds.
Fight to remember this new day
The thrill of new ways.
Will I fight?
Will I perceive it?
Will I see the new thing
And refuse to be swallowed
In the old?
Be remade, live fully alive,
In the new?