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?