I have been trying to come back to poetry during the last time. This is just a new piece.

Those Days

There are those days
everyone has to face
at least once; and I am sure
they can be taken as
gifts when nothing else comes.

Days when you wait for good news
forgetting that
the main reason
you might enjoy life
is that you are still alive.

Those days when nothing fits,
and even kind words
from strangers
are of no help.

That long string of days
when art and beauty
no longer make sense
for your
frame of mind.

Days after days
when it becomes clear
that all you have learned
from books
are just theoretical matters.

Those gray days
when you feel you are someone
unable to describe yourself,
above - and beyond - all
you might have to say.

Those days in the world
when poetry and waiting
look like one and the same.