Ordinary

Poem

its easy to forget
that i can live

and tomorrow does not have to be

it just is
i just am

all else is delusion

i have a body
i will respect that

and light candles
listen to music
allow myself to be moved

maybe i should move slower
not swallow my actions so quick
and have compassion
for what i find

no more to-do lists
no more checklists with lives i avoid

things are done in a way that
softly waters my soul

fruit is plucked when ripe
and new beautiful seeds are planted
so that i may taste my labor
and so learn my body
and so see my fate through sensation

the abstract is not discovery
it is open and free
it can be anything
beyond sense, beyond body

it is a place where
reality echoes
and we may forget
in that vastness

the immediacy
of that which is ordinary