Tiny rivulets are winding down our fleshy canvas;

those tears may abide by the laws of gravity,

but we never were one to follow the rules.

“It’s one day at a time,” We say.

So seasons morph into years,

and years turn into decades.

“Things have changed.”

We think.

We have seen the decades roll by

like waves advancing,

and threatening to ensnare

our feet.

The Beatles break up,

The Watergate Scandal comes to light,

The shooting at Kent State devastates,

and life continues to go on.

As the conflict of Syria’s chemical weapons wages on,

We manage to keep our calm, collected,

And our intellect, handy.

As Mahatma Gandhi believes,

“My life is my message.”

We live by that principle as

neurotransmitters fire across synapses,

as planets orbit in space,

and as blossoms require water.

We have an amount of ambition that may only be expressed

in scientific notation.

We own an amount of passion others salivate after like

Pavlov’s dog.

Ockham’s Razor does not hold interest for us

‘cause why are the simpler choices necessarily the right decision?

We try to listen to the dharma of the Bill of Rights,

despite the difficulties we face

in this big, blue marble we inhabit.

We recognize how gravity will inevitably pull us down.

Remember Pearl Harbor?

Remember 9/11?

Remember Katrina?

However,

we know there will always be moments,

those moments when we are able to finally

stand up once again.

Remember the Declaration of Independence?

Remember the first man on the moon?

Remember the Berlin Wall’s collapse?

According to one famous quote from one unknown author,

“Each day means a new twenty-four hours.

Each day means everything’s possible again.

You live in the moment, you die in the moment.

You live in the light, you die in the light.

You take it all one day at a time.”

It is what we have done for all these years.

We take it one day at a time.