Ordinary

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.

Ordinary

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.