I write poetry on my iPhone
and everything is great;
I wait for a time when it won’t be
when I won’t be as creative and in love
when the same lights will seem darker
and the same routine won’t be as happily productive.

I try to breathe deep and drink it in now;
God, the sunlight looks good 
coming in through the window 
and reflecting off the walls 
and my tanned skin.

It’s because everything 
has made upward progress, I think;
not so much up and down over time
more up and up and up lately.