Some Days

Some days are bland,
grey sky spread to the horizon,

meals that don't tempt, nor
touch the sides as they're swallowed,

morose head-hanging
as if the economy sits inside, dragging

you down when all it takes
is one wrong move, or a silence

misconstrued for 'don't care'.
And then there are the others,

where one wink will set off bells,
disarm the most wary and leave them

panting, down on their knees
praying for more.