Are we ordinary?
Are we ordinary –
is this an ordinary life?
Who calls the shots on ordinary?
It isn’t you or me, or them;
we’re just sitting in the kitchen
eating breakfast, drinking tea,
waiting for the day to begin &
serve us something wonderful, lift
us out of our complacent stasis.
We talk of ordinary things –
conversations we’ll forget later,
washing dishes so thoroughly
as if someone’s marking us.
It’s blue-bright, and this in itself
is something remarkable to me.
A robin is singing to the sun
and already the day becomes
something extraordinary.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 30, 2021
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