I don’t want anything
to be ordinary
yet
ordinary feels so comfortable.
There is time in the ordinary
to check things.
Things like whispered desires
that spin around a curve
of wanting extraordinary
to ‘brighten things up’.
An extraordinary world
takes breath and energy away .
I don’t want anything
to be ordinary
yet
ordinary feels so comfortable.
“Depending on the reality one must face,
one may prefer to opt for illusion.”
~ Judith Guest, Ordinary People
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| Victoria Park, Regina, Saskatchewan |
The heat offered me a bench in the park,
a breeze at my back and
a lingering summer day.
Once more the calendar
had been challenged by
the shifting weather.
Two errands completed,
each with a good stroll between
with a stop for lunch and tea.
Businessmen and women, shoppers,
and teens that should have been in school
walked and strolled, laughed and talked,
read a book or just enjoyed the shaded sun
for what has become a memory of today.
“In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives,
to our memories, to the details around us.”
~ Virginia Woolf, writer
(1882 ~ 1941)
To gather strength at days end
signals a laying down
of worries, joys and hopes.
All temporary ~
for rest and sleep take
a different energy that
covers me like a warm blanket. Streets grow quiet,
The building settles with faint creaks, and simple sleep is welcomed.
“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.”
~Homer, The Odyssey
