What Is a Good Day?

To sum up, how many
Dozens of small events,
Cockroaches in the night,

Good dreams, insomnia,
Bad dreams, sleep until dawn,
Minor conversations,

Surprises in the news,
And we’re only started—
How many myriad

Things below attention,
Molecular events,
Trillions of adjustments,

The random tapestry
Of what did or didn’t—
And that’s just in one life,

With all its small pleasures,
Anxieties, and aches,
One life that feels compelled

To say this was a good,
This was a bad day, this
Vague conglomeration

Of things you didn’t like,
Liked, or didn’t notice,
Too many to sum up.