First ordinary thing I noticed today,
was a heap of laundry,
the washing machine,
the dishwasher standing right next to it.
Silent now, set to hum
Prepared to serve for the day
How can the ordinary be special?
Or how special can the ordinary be,
If not for their presence in our lives?
Ever so present, just like our breath
We know it is there, keeping us alive.
The ordinary is extraordinarily present
On any ordinary day.