Ordinary

My ordinary
is wrapped
satin ribbons
of ordinary
fluttering
in blue air of
ordinary
I am mesmerized
by the landscape
of ordinary
Until it turns
turns
on a dime
into infinite
memory
into something
that pierces
into the fabric
of living that
makes the recall
of events
a sharp pang of
realization of
change
something
that alters
that takes what
was normal and
shifts it into
concrete lines
of dividing
between
before and
after
of lines
cutting crevasses
into the sane
and leaving
behind a memory
of the pretty
ordinary the
soft angles of
ordinary
the gentle tangles
of ordinary