If a believer
in living with grace
with the way things are
at the moment,
then it seems
the day after
is the one that trains.
How the heart settles
after bliss,
the body in whole
begins its healing
after some pummeling,
the mind becomes a pilgrim
after the ordinary.
Presence above all
floats in like feathers
over time,
not stiffening
but softening,
and seeping, too,
like the moisture of good earth
gives soul to
a cool cellar
where quiet prevails
and low light
leads to sooner steps.

–Allan Cox