The Plain Morning

It doesn’t look like much,
The day this morning, but
What have you seen so far
Of previous mornings?

That’s the hitch, isn’t it?
If you’ve been unlucky
In your days—not many
Or not many splendid—

Maybe this mostly blue
Sky, human violence
Now far away from you,
Could be enough for you.

If you’ve been privileged
By beauty and comforts,
Then no, this plain morning
Won’t look like much to you.