A common poem

after a prolonged absence, some thoughts in verse.

The common can be beautiful as well.

The ordinary wonders of the world:

Snowflakes, leaves, grass, and dew, clouds rolling high

Cloud on cloud, flower over flower growing,

The roaring ocean tide on grains of sand.

Hands, hair, heartbeats. All these common to man,

Yet each an articulate phenomena

Of creative cosmic craft. Common?

Come on and look at each individual, alike and unique.

Closer,

closer,

a closure against drab thoughts.

Sparks pop from old logs lit by primordial fire,

Trapped power released into black night with

Smoke rising higher and majestic, soon waved

From coughing faces to friends across the space of a few feet —

Chatting, laughing, speaking common words

Combined in multitudes of meaning, leaning

In to hear, to share common experience

and finding extroardinary joy.

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