Finding my sacred in the commonplace
I rode off one fine day on this ‘’no horse’ race.
I saw a traveler on my road, who waved out to me
& said ‘heaven’ aboard..
The explorer carried a smile, some paint & few broken wheels.
I wondered as I board the space,
Are the wheels about to smear color or just going to tug along with grace?
Traveler felt my question & asked me for a feather,
Flung it in the air & said let’s check the weather.
I was flabber with a lot of gasted..
Told myself, my feather ‘just wasted’,
We chugged along, sometimes sang a song
At other times, playing ping pong.
I began to accept my presence on earth
As we continued moving to ‘unearth’…..
(to be continued…)