One Less To Lay Store By

for each day
passing in its way
one less remains
to lay store by

none to be
as this one
full and round
shaped to the

rhythmic contours
of simple routine
burnished like an
old handle shaped

to the hand
of one familiar
with its heft
swung in a

slow easy stride
we come to
know as our own
passing on the way

through another day
full and simple into
its close but one
less to lay store by