I give thanks for ordinary days..
not birthdays, holidays, red letter days

but days when I’m not waiting
for anything

and nothing
is waiting for me

ordinary days
that start with coffee

sipped from a big cup
at my kitchen table

days I watch birds come and go
on the tree outside the window

and listen to the
old dog’s muffled snores

as she sleeps on her cushion
near the Aga

and I know that all I need
to make me happy

I have right here and now-
this ordinary day


© by Maryalicia Post.
Used with the author’s permission.