"here's one i prepared earlier"

Sunny day,
Sky the blue of ancient antarctic ice,
Would normally be license to feel euphoria and glee.
But here, now as October wends her way 
To the edge of the south,
The sunny day is merciless and vast,
A pitiless, overbearing shard that blinds.

And what rough beast?
Haughty and majestic, mane erect,
Trots, a thoroughbred that does not slouch.
Would I rather be Ariadne or Cassandra?

An atheist can only find 
A serious house
On serious earth,
A serious mind
With serious girth,
Where’er he trod
For the seriousness hath spilt out across the span of years
Our cashout finally matured,
Vigintillions of eons in arrears.

In stressful times must I cook.
I am not a baker, nor was meant to be,
But now I wish I could gather all the parts
To make an apple pie from scratch.