An Ode to the Everyday

I sing the praises of the expected morning kiss,

The steady tone of the DJs on WYSO,

The nooks and crannies of my English muffin,

The homogeneity of McDonald’s Cokes

And Dunkin’ coffee.

 

I sing the praises of my morning meetings,

My coworkers’ grumblings about the status quo

And the jokes about how long it takes

To get from Monday to Friday

Every. Single. Week.

 

I am oh so grateful for the mundane,

For the everyday, for the rituals

That keep us grounded from

One day to the next, to the next

And on to the next.

 

My younger self craved adventure

And even my older self longs for change

But not just for change’s sake.

 

This world has gone mad, mad, mad.

So I am grateful for the sanity that comes

With the expected.