Uneventful Days

 

It is not every day

a supernova brightens
the southern sky,
or Adam and Eve reach out
for the apple. 

In between,

there are stretches of days
that leave no
history behind.

Wastelands of time?

Maybe not. 

They are…

…days to live through

small joys and pains
or to see you close
and appreciate the beauty
    of that crooked nose.

They are…

…days of idleness

sitting on the overhang
along the creek
toes playing
with their own reflection.

I need to

learn and accept,
their blessings.