Dear Reader

Unseen now, it once meant,
highly esteemed or regarded,
of worth.

So we reinforce our days.
Good morning, 
Good afternoon.
These are commonplace and regular.

But think,
if we lived in a world,
the recitation reversed.
Empty day. Awful afternoon.
Meaningless existence.
Lousy night. Nightmares.
Worthless reader.

If they sometimes come too easily,
if they are habits,
they may still be daily proof
of a structure that urges the positive,
that insists upon it.
Small courtesies,
repetitions of the good.

CDL