The ordinariness of a moment
An early morning stoplight
To my right, a Latin beat emanates from an open car window
To his right, the heavy thorax of a cement truck slowly spins,
It is warm already
Each day its own slow encapsulation of a season
East, the sun is rising
The forecaster promises, another day in paradise
Further east, over land, then water, then the sun
At full peak
Mid-day splendor early summer
Clamoring for news and grace
Amid an anything but ordinary moment
What we would give for lack of
Awareness
Of what’s to come and what has passed
Leave me here, let me hear the beats
And the idle sounds of a morning with no consequence
caroline ridgway 