Am I ordinary?
Standing question in the midst of the
Hot and humid evening with
Standstill of wind and motion.
Then the sudden explosion of streaming,
Gushing of tiring breath that makes
Living... a sport, an adventure.....
Although there are no adventures left.
This, whatever you call this....
Joy, sorrow or just plain and simple
Friday, May 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life