Waking up and thinking
Oh no, another ordinary day
Then the extraordinary happens
Every pore begins to exude the specific
All air is purer and
All things become exquisite
Waking up and thinking
Oh no, another ordinary day
Then it happens and everything
Everything
Becomes agony
Every breath too heavy a labor
Every movement surely impossible to make
It goes on…Forever
Then dreaming
Oh, just to have an ordinary day
© Patty F. Cooper,
Elizabethton, Tennessee, July 16th, 2014
I wrote this poem in December 2012.
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