I awaken into the new day.
Already my mind is considering all
that has been. Is contending with
all I might do or be needed to do.
Do I pause ... to ponder
The ordered way land, sea and sky meet, as the
the sun peers through the trees
the clouds form and fold
the light sparkles on the lake
soft ripples hint of a soft breeze.
That my lungs fill with fresh air
perfectly composed to supply
blood, uniquely equipped to carry
cells, satisfied and content.
That my legs lift and support me,
step one foot to the other
with balance on sturdy ground
that promises to carry me into the day.
Do I consider this ... the ordinary?
that the day will take shape
as it does and always has.
that intake of air
will refresh again and again.
that gravity will have its way
as it has this day and every day.
And yet, why?
why do I overlook it?
why do I suppose it?
why do I rush past it?
Why do I forget to give thanks?
In the anxious of always,
we've been given the ordinary
to make life out of.