What day is today beyond its invented name?
This poem was inspired by some hazy memories from when I was just a kid. I would wake up by the sound of people talking and stay in bed listening without having any idea of what was being said. Somehow I felt safe and there was also a tender curiosity in the air, which is kind of a hallmark of my childhood.
Anyway, it might be too specific but I tried to capture the whole mood with this poem. I hope you liked it!












