Extraordinary

one day is the same really as the next and yet they are all extraordinary.

i mow the lawn, trim the edges, i sweep, easy and thoughtful.

i throw in a load of laundry, make a bed, sweep the floor, clean the bathroom, wash the dishes, play the guitar, walk the dogs

is this not utterly ordinary?

no it is extraordinary.

lets take a walk, are you gonna go my way?

i drink a small glass of wine

and repeatedly relight a stick of incense that does not want to burn,

uttering my prayers over the lighting of a candle over the incense.

i stand in the quiet evening while cicadas buzz in the trees.

is this not ordinary?

I wake from a nap, pillow damp with drool and look at my phone,

is this not extraordinary?  

is it?