Portrait of a day

This is the day
Of skies and all that’s seen
Of sun that rises up
To greet the darkness
With a warm smile.
This is a day
Like yesterday,
Similar to tomorrow
But now
In this moment
To see beyond the glass pane
As seconds,
Minutes tick by
Worlds pass in the blink of an eye
And what has been
Is not what will be
For it is itself
And unique
And special.
This is a portrait of a day
Filled or empty
Happy or sad
What is chosen within,
Will paint the picture
Empty canvas
Pick up the oils
The chalk
The crayon in the fist
Of a child left alone
To draw the world
Beyond
Just the way they want.