in the morning i faced the day

in the morning i faced the day

buoyed with a quest

to find poetry

in the ordinary

and extraordinary

to embrace wonderment

face-to-face

mesmerized in the now

chocolate swirls in a puddle

and rain plip-plopping on a roof

rainbow wings on a fly

caterpillar eyebrows

graffiti street art

and plants in terracotta pots

the cuddle of a crying baby

or the cry of rusty door hinges

slides that go down, down, down

and balloons that float away

a snoring dog and a purring kitten

croissant flakes and coffee dregs

wordless poetry

highlighting and celebrating

observing and shadowing

thought seeds planted

for later reflection

life poetry, lived

savored

at night i fell asleep

on pillow clouds of

poetry swirling in my dreams

and in the morning …

a poem in my notebook

-from the files of very bad poetry by bia