Normal day, 
let me be aware of the treasure you are... 
Let me not pass you by 
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. 

One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, 
or bury my face in my pillow, 
or stretch myself taut, 
or raise my hands to the sky 
and want, 
more than all the world, 
your return.

(Mary Jean Iron)