There’s a strange comfort in the little-ness of everyday
The hissing of the kettle, the chatter of birds in the backyard at play
The first rays of the sun softly caressing the curtains, the sublime drowned,
As the world awakens, one soft breath at a time.
The familiar call of the heron breaking past the dawn
The squeal of children running past by the lawn
The rhythmic pecking of grains by the red and yellow birds
The sudden bright sun throwing aside every sign of remorse and scar
As the day breaks, I collect my thoughts, line up my schedule,
I hover over the mundane, peeping beyond the horizon for a tiny clue…
Does today have an unscheduled or an exciting wink for me?
A surprise lurking at a corner, an adventure to kill the boredom and set me free?
And as, yet again, the day cruises past the many knowns and the many familiars
And countless known silences echoing stability, like known pillars
I pause as I watch and I tell myself ‘Oh I do so hate routine!’
The known boredom smiles back and says ‘I am you, I am the living.”
