If Broad Were the Road

You can wake up with less
Reason and resources to hope
Than you went to bed with and yet

Feel sunnily optimistic or at least
Pleased to be alive for another day,
Whereas you can wake up with more,

Slightly more but still more, reason
To hope than the day before, feeling
No joy in simple self-awareness.

What gives? It’s just the momentary
State of the body that matters most.
Wake up comfortable, without pain,

Feel contentment roll in. Wake up
Sick or worse, pincushioned by pains,
And the world seems unworthy.

If everyone, even just every human
Could simultaneously, physically
Feel well, life could happily go to hell.