Meditation on March 5

So much is correct today, so much is correct.
The sun shines on the spring grass
The clouds are behind the hills and
Will not arrive before work is finished.

So much is correct today
My medication is spent, told to leave
And shown the door.
Myself? I am found, misplaced these years by anger
Misspent in hate, misspent in fear
Misspent in needing everything to be perfect.
Nothing is, but so much is correct today.