I’m ordinary and that’s ok

Extraordinary is made of

A million ordinaries anyway

 

I can feel Magnolia

Reflecting sheen 

From her glossy dark leaves

 

It’s early afternoon

Rays warm my left shoulder

My car window lets just enough in 

 

The faint rattle in my back seat

Plays a bridge

To the melody of my AC

 

The turns of my car, so familiar

The route to home

I could get there in my sleep

 

Oak leaves rustle delicately 

Palm branches sway gently

Breeze is having her way with things

 

Up the hill on bumpy asphalt 

To the top, where St. John shows his lines 

Sleek through silhouetted pines

 

Breathe, I think 

Let it all in

This moment is all there is

 

Parked on the most familiar driveway 

Bright-yellow buds eager to greet me

Rich-red bricks to call me up the walkway

 

Up high, Woodpecker catches his breath

Stretched from Patio’s chair up to his eave 

Weaver connects her web again 

 

Our home is ordinary and that’s ok

Extraordinary is made of

A million ordinaries anyway

 

©️Candice Reineke 2018