So once again another passing of May.
And once again, the passing of another day.
A single step is needed to embark on an arduous journey.
A single word is needed to start a novel.
A single action to spark a revolution.
A single moment to weave together a life.
Small tasks seem to go unseen.
The end, the destination is what is seen.
Yet some say “no, no, it’s the journey”—
But even then, only “large” events are remembered.
The part becomes indistinguishable from the whole.
People forget the blade of grass that makes the field,
The drop of water that makes the sea,
The star that makes the universe.
Celebrate today and tomorrow,
Celebrate the first day or the fiftieth.
Celebrate each step no matter how small—
And before you know it you will say that it’s another
Sober May, and another