Ordinary Life


My home’s filled
with living sounds.

Pans clang
in the kitchen,

My son’s speaking
through thin chips
with distant friends

while pressed against my arm,
soft and warm,
the cat purrs contentment.

She’s following
my dancing fingers

as I tap black patterns
on this glowing screen,
(to her, wise critic,
signifying nothing!)

I swim in this pond
and like the golden koi,
inhale the fragrant
of my ordinary life.


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