This Day

This day once was a dream -
     Turned ‘round, by mind, like a fine jewel.
      Filled with hopes, plans and fears.
      A newformed clay brick, set out in the sun.   

This day becomes today -
       Lived, in mind & body, with presence or without.
       Challenged every moment, to be or to be not.
       A self-made shelter, ‘neath the sun and sky.

This day will be a memory -
      Storied, through mind, both false and true.
      Conveniently remembered or forgotten.
      An old brick weathering in the wind.