Nothing, something

This was the day of no poem:
when I had nothing to say -
all my hands were full of activity
and I talked with three people:
one close and two far away:

one a touchstone to my youth;
one a friend in the spirit of the
church;  one close to my heart -
I did not see all my tasks done

but I did live a good day
of thought and love
with a full heart.

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