A Poem a Day 8

How do I sing the song

of an ordinary day

grown large,

fat with friendship,

unfolding, like a gift

of moments, caught

and held in gaze,

lingering like the smile

of a beloved and

nourishing

my heart?

A Poem A Day 2.

Moment

Outside this house,

the leafy village echoes

with birdsong.  There are dogs

barking, and a lawnmower

in the distance.

Outside this day,

there is the push and pressure

of a thousand demands. 

and a hundred “What if’s”

that clench and twist with

perverse possibilities.

Inside this moment

all is still.

I am a synapse within consciousness,

a flash of awareness, fleeting.

This whole idea is too big for me

and this life, too complicated,

but if I am still,

the synapse opens

and eternity courses.

Kerry Miller