Thanks to Vivienne Blake for a great phrase “marvel at the miracle of the ordinary” over at Big Tent Poetry. Here’s my response – small beer, but then most of life is that way, eh? Cheers.
Three blind mice orienteering through our A/C ducts
Squirrels plotting malice on the birdseed box
Graceful mold filigreeing the bathroom
Grass abounding it places it should not
Geometric patterns of unwashed laundry
The majesty of dishes rising from the sink
Long shadows cast by looming bills
The sonic boom of freshman saxophone
And sheer power of teenage deodorant
The flattened mass of a forgotten Twinkie
And pyramid of eraserless No. 2 pencils.
Rainbows filling the room from a hanging crystal
The tenderness of one loving look across the table.
Someday I will write a book,
Hopefully a funny one. But for now
I walk outside and simply marvel
At the miracle of the ordinary.