This new life

Flaubert, on the lost money trail.

I return to each day as though a newborn, 
a penitent, 
one who comes to life anew, 
only in order to surrender to a higher authority. 

Even now here in my body, 
as I listen, 
as I speak, 
I am here to offer myself to this day 
which has the authority of all creation in it. 

For it is not my day, 
but the day of the …