The extraordinary man
woke up as ordinary
as a ***** shirt,
checked his horoscope
which told him
to go back to bed.
He ignored it like
a weather report
just as often
wrong as right.
His coffee tasted
flat as ironed dreams.
The world
appeared unchanged.
But he was exhilarated.
He reveled in his
new ordinariness.
It hinted at a rebirth
of possibilities:
new boots, new roads,
a new moon
at which to howl.
A new way to be
in the same world,
but reborn.
An unspoken prayer
somehow answered.
Nothing is
ever over
until it is.
~mce
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
The extraordinary man
woke up as ordinary
as a ***** shirt,
checked his horoscope
which told him
to go back to bed.
He ignored it like
a weather report
just as often
wrong as right.
His coffee tasted
flat as ironed dreams.
The world
appeared unchanged.
But he was exhilarated.
He reveled in his
new ordinariness.
It hinted at a rebirth
of possibilities:
new boots, new roads,
a new moon
at which to howl.
A new way to be
in the same world,
but reborn.
An unspoken prayer
somehow answered.
Nothing is
ever over
until it is.
~mce
