Pluck

oh, pluck the day, she said, as rising from the bed
do not lie about and curse the moment or the morrow
only Now is what we have--
                             the bloom is at hand
reach out, take gently
what wafts into wakefulness,
                     being and becoming
wherever seed was sown,
shined upon and watered out of despair


today flowers with possibilities
waiting to be lifted into being.
do not carp; carpe.
pluck you the day.


stars sit silent
constellations congeal
not from on high--not in night sky
but here: now
patience is no virtue
pluck it