“The key

is swallowed by the ordinary.”

I have always disregarded the day-to-day

as if it held no over-arch.

I have always discarded the mundane

like it had no narrative significance.

And I have always known

I was wrong.

He fell asleep on my chest for the dozenth time.

You walked behind me - you always peruse a little more slowly than I do.

It was the beginning of Fall,

the air was freshly chilled.

Yesterday was nothing special,

a rose garden,

September sun.

Except that if every day from now

were like this one,

it would have all been worth it.

(✎E 📷S)