Extraordinarily Ordinary
A throbbing toothache, An itchy throat, tired feet— Painful, yes, But they confirm I am alive. The tree swings in the storm, Branches break, leaves fly. It, too, bleeds; it, too, hurts— Another life. A little sparrow Watches the light go on, Mesmerized, she strikes the glass— A precious life lost. I am alive, Like the tree, like the sparrow. I, too, will die, Yet only I know this. Only I name the pain, Only I measure the weight. I wonder: Do I truly belong here? I am that— That which turns the simple, The ordinary, into me: Special, extraordinary. Feeling unique I call myself me A name shared By all who can name. Maybe, just maybe, I am in this world, But not of it.