THE ORDINARY
The new moon suspended
across the darkening
high-pressure sky
another passing phase they say
surviving is what we do
I pass the cemetery
without stopping
the hospital without stopping
the church without stopping
the places
where silence is ordinary
surviving is what we do
not noticing
the circularity of lives
the passing of people
without stopping
surviving is what we do
where silence is ordinary
the ordinary is what we do