An Ordinary Day

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In the Land of the Over-Burdened,

an Ordinary Day is my Happily-Ever-After.

On an Ordinary Day, 

the sun grabs his hat and cane

and does a soft-shoe shuffle

across the sky,

just to make sure we notice.

In the Land of the Ordinary,

nothing ever happens.

I wake up, peaceful.

I survey the morning.

I make my tea.

All the hours ahead are mine.

No one needs me,

has a crisis,

needs a counseling session 

by phone.

Those days dont happen 

often enough

but, when they do,

the Ordinary Day

is my Land of Oz.

Last night at the end of a day 

too busy to do much 

gazing at the sky,

I did. 

Gathering an armload of wood 

to make a fire,

I stopped to gaze

at the crescent moon,

silvery against a navy blue sky 

full of storm-scudded clouds,

dark upon dark.

The space around the moon 

was clear which,

in that moment,

cleared an equal space 

around my heart,

proving an ordinary moment 

in an ordinary day

can turn extraordinary, 

just that quickly,

for those who have the eyes

~ and the willingness ~

to keep on looking up.

posted for Kim's prompt at Verse First: to write about the ordinary