A Very Special Day

A Very Special Day
 
I just knew today
was somehow  
kind of special
Having woken
to the slow and
circular sound
of our old bronze
singing bowl being
played ..
Somewhere in
the distance  
of course, the faint
smell of rice mats
from the yard
sealed it ..
I knew as soon
as I reached for your
breakfast biscuits
and found only three
remained ..
It would be a very
special day indeed ..
You could never
manage four
now could you ..

I knew as soon as the
soft pink Himalayan
salt flakes glistened ..
Upon the yolk of
an embellished smile
and heard Cohen playing
on the gramophone ..
Today would be very
special .. 
I knew when my
loser’s medal shone gold
and the bruises were
all gone ..
It would be a fine day 
for so many and
a great day for some ..
There was just something
about how
the postman whistled,
the dog barked and the
cock crowed 
That meant whatever
happened ..
Everything would fall
perfectly and find its own
rightful place
On this oh’ so very  
special day of days ...