From the collection And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
This Morning, Too
Fast asleep and traveling wherever it is I go but
I always make my way back here
wake up
as usual
find everything
as usual
and then I remember.
The day
bends itself into a new shape.
9/27/20
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
And each one slightly different. (K)
Yes. Imagine them as links in a chain, and how each one bends to fit what is asked of it, that is what I sometimes think.
Exactly.
“Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was.” Perhaps it is each one of us that changes ever so slightly and not the day!