I look for little things:
the goslings eating grass,
the hues of green that change from day to day,
the way the water ripple from the breeze.
I listen for the blackbird’s song
for tunes of tires on the gravel road
for alder shiver in a sudden gust .
On my chain and sprocket stead
in rain and wind or graced by sun,
with calves and thighs,
with lungs and heart,
with open eyes and ears.
with all the little things
another office day can start.
Today Gabriella wants us to write poetry that starts in our every day, the simple things, the routines maybe. I decided to describe my bicycle ride to work, could it be more routine yet more unique? Everyday I follow the same path along the water, I watch the seasons change, I meet the same people and say goodmorning. It sounds idyllic and it is indeed, but at the end of the trip there is an office waiting.
May 26, 2015