Things That We See Every Day Poem by Patti Masterman

Things that we see every day
Must live in a finite world, confined to the aisles
And the avenues, of our attention.

If you always take the same exact path
To go somewhere, each day
You can become oblivious, to what ought to be obvious.

We crave exciting things, of a dark and hidden nature;
The esoteric, inappropriate things of existence,
Believing the mundane beneath our interested notice.

Yet, if we could occasionally open our eyes
A bit earlier; or perhaps look out through only a tiny hole
Poked through our normal wide field of vision, we could be astonished

That all the miraculous things we thought banished
To the exotic districts where we can never go,
We have barely avoided stumbling over, every time we go out.