World obsessed with celebrity,
but what of the ordinary?

The tempest blows and the leaf clings to its last vestiges of life.
The sparrow repeats his call to join
while we lean fat against our toils.

After the sparklers fade and booming voices silence, do we hear
the humble stand?

Behind the mirror’s frame
out of sight of camera’s focus –

 

The steady,
The strong,
The meek.

Bruised by the bustle of crowds unleashed.
Backing off to heal.
They claim no stage,
no call to attention.

Whisper into the wind and you are moved by their presence.

Oh but what we can learn from the soft beneath.
Listen beside the creek for its wisdom slips between rock and moss.

Hold faint breath and you will notice what glimmers within.

Charred dark by flame,
edges crisp
and curled in.
Green rising to reach the light.

Triumph of the Ordinary.