The Day Nothing Happened
Inside my book of memories
Is a page
Yet to be colored in
So I waited.
I waited,
But nothing happened.
My dog didn’t up and die,
No one broke my heart,
And the world didn’t come to an end.
I waited,
As a sighing morning
Gave way
To an impatient afternoon,
I waited,
And my excellent coffee tasted good, as it always does,
And you said you love me, as you always do
And the flowers blooming in your garden
Are so beautiful, as they always are.
And afternoon
Bowed its head to darkening evening skies
But still yet, nothing happened.
So I prepared for bed, as I always have
Discouraged,
I turned the night light on,
So I could peruse my empty page
And found that it had been colored in, after all
Colored in,
Not with the sounds of no words,
But filled in so sweetly
With the brilliant hues
Of contentment
So I’ll treasure this one more page
As it comfortably stays
Inside my book of memories,
Of the days,
The precious days,
Where nothing happened
By Morning Song
© 2008 Morning Song
(All rights reserved)
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