woke up to blue skies 
and the gentle 
sway of pine trees 
on the horizon
tea is black 
rich and strong
i try to drink it slow
the mug is hot
upon my lips
i do not remember
if yesterday was the same
or if the day before that
was similar 
i’m not sure anymore
if it even matters
today there is blue skies
tomorrow might be
dark gray straight to the horizon
then when the gray
stretches nonstop without
definition
i will say it doesn’t matter
and that tomorrow
it might be deep cerulean
endless from the earth
to the heavens