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.