Impossibly

I don’t want to have a nice day.
I want to have a remarkable day, a passionate day
A life-changing day!

A day where paint flies like clouds across the bluest canvas
And I write a symphony
And a conversation with a refugee teaches me something entirely new.

These ordinary moments of bread and salt
Of snow and boot
Of curling dog and sun —

Help me to notice these
The way that I notice what’s missing;

Because I may not be curled under the covers in love
Or on a boat in the Pacific Ocean
Or wandering the streets of India seeking higher ground

I may not be planting a community garden in the city
Or building houses with Jimmy Carter
Or standing in a field while a thunderstorm brews

But I’m here;
Impossibly, remarkably,
Ordinarily
Here!

Wherever I am let it be new;
Won’t that change the world as well?