Confronting (the) Ordinary

Went about life

Thinking I was different

Only to find myself

stationary in a quagmire of sameness

I’m not a climber of birch trees

Nor aiming for the stars

I’m confronting the ordinary

And finding my own piece of heaven on earth

Went about life

Thinking I was different

Only to find reflected

in the inattentive murmurs of the crowd

in the bitten nails of fidgety hands

The restlessness in me

I’m confronting the ordinary

as I dissolve into humanity

an insignificant speck of an

insignificant speck of the cosmos

A tribute to a normal day

Of an ordinary life

No longer in quest of Different

But Difference