The Ordinary
I am all of the ordinary things
You put into a box, and store away
“to deal with later”
I am all of the ordinary things
that tangle
with other ordinary things, Living
in the junk drawer, waiting to be used –
Visible only when searching for the scissors, or a rubber band,
a part of the mess, a nuisance
You are the flashlight
that sees only what it wants –
all else is dark
What little light you spare
falls onto others, less ordinary,
Or just as lucky as I was
Once upon a time:
To be pulled from the dark,
only to return
to the light cast by your shadow
I take what I can get, Even
the Ordinary
