I found this poem in a book yesterday and it made me want to start where I stand.
How about you?
Somehow, while boughs were silver-brushed
And vespers hushed with stars
While the moon was a bark un-rushed
On midnight’s far-off bars
Somehow, before the lark awoke
And stoked the dark with praise
Or morning like a victor broke
Night’s yoke with Mercy's gaze
...while noise was shy and silence bold
And Time, a silk-wheeled train
Somehow twixt dusk and dawn the old
Became new once again
© Janet Martin
Here it is, all shiny and new again; Today.