The window brought me near
to an ordinary day of light and dark
already thought, heard, seen,
even touched—before the sunrise.
Like the knowing of roots and sky,
or the hand of love now slipped by
visible and tangible—visible and intangible
they appear and disappear,
they pass through—aware or unaware.
So we move through the ordinary
as we seek the extraordinary
—to hear the roots, touch the sky, be the light,
be in love, feel the smile, sense the other
—the necessary, the imaginary
the forever, even temporary—
all of it is beyond ordinary.