Ordinary Love

I’m most prone to fall into a meaning mire when I’m down,
it’s then I look to stars as if they might
decorate my chest with ribbons— rewards
for lasting understanding which never comes

As if I might win the Medal of Unknown Silence
instead of persistently hammering my head in the
machine moment

As if I might know the bliss of laugh,
tending the scrape of a daughter’s
heart or hand wound,

feeding a mouth,
shoeing a foot,
taking little,

As if there were some greater truth
more sublime,

more holy,
more worthy of wonder
than that found here

in wheels and screens
and wires, desires
and ordinary

by Jim Culleny


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