I am the Ordinary

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