Normal Day
Is that you:
a teller’s transaction behind receipts in the back of the desk drawer,
more average than the classroom’s score,
more medium than a poltergeist.
You are God: always present, never seen.
I cry to acknowledge you! For you are
forgotten semi-annually: the face of the metro driver.
Never arriving in the present place
if you had not been?
Author Note: people say they had an average day. ever wonder what that average day was like after six months or a year? are all normal days equal?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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