Poem 291 – The Ordinary & Last Day to Register for ‘Harvesting Time’ Virtual Workshop

The Ordinary

It is true
these ordinary things
the desk lamp
the folding table
the mismatched cutlery
heave home into my every day

I may not take them with me
but their constant being gives me comfort

These ordinary things…
the brown roof
the molting porch
the tired front door
embrace me like shared skin
it is true

The extra in ordinary is the way it
holds my hand like a child –
trusting curious playful
following the whims of fancy & freedom

Let this day be a living in the warm holding
of the ordinary

*This poem was inspired by the poem ‘Ode to the desk lamp’ by Billy Collins.

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