Do the shadows of the morning light,
Negate all work of the previous day,
Or reflect its improvement or change?
Can I measure progress based on what the sun does,
Shining through the lace curtains of an old Victorian doorway,
Or do I have to accept it; surrendering to this moment in time,
Recognizing, I have no influence at all on how it looks,
Just the power to observe, and maybe,
Maybe, help someone else find meaning where I did.
And I find meaning everywhere.