The Very Ordinary

The very ordinary

Strawberry jam has a thoughtful flavor

Sitting on ones tongue, slowly acclimatizing, sweet yet banal,

And the taste of ginger on a cold winter’s night

Is soothing to the inside throat travelling to esophagus

Lowering to small intestine

And further into roughage category.

The very ordinary sperm shoots into a world of possible enjoyment

Only to find himself unwelcome and rebuffed.

The very ordinary crow makes journeys unexpectedly

And returns to find everything gone in a moment.

All that you long for is all created by you

In your very ordinary mind.

We never create the very ordinary

As it isn’t enough.

If we did and we found it

There would be no poems.