the sense...

The sense, this morning,
of a spectacle of ordinariness,
the magic of mundanity...

I am called to witness
my own participation,
complicity in the shaping
of the normal
through all its global manifestations.

Simply by breathing, loving,
complaining, cajoling, or otherwise standing still under a gentle shower
scrubbing yesterday away,
making room for tomorrow's insights
to glow eagerly from under my skin