Sacred Contracts XXXII: 'The (Extra)Ordinary Life'

Routine is clockwork        
with very few exceptions        
Evening fandangoes        
forty-eight hour soirees        
with maybe a holiday        
extending it along the way          
       
Our existence is simple here        
natural and picturesque        
something many envy and dream about        
We have a love for all things –        
alive and gone before us          
across the bridge        
       
We respect the land        
tend it with diligence        
take only what we need        
always honoring the kill        
that surrendered its life unto us        
       
We live in the moment instinctively        
without oath or promises        
a world of silent gratitude        
void of expectations or        
taken-for-granted moments        
       
“What is not forever        
is a gift – a bridge between        
absence and presence”        
that can seem circular        
throughout lifetimes          
       
But, tonight, over dinner        
when the light brushed        
the black of his irises        
blue as a crow’s feather        
I remembered   
     
I remembered how much you        
loved potatoes too        
I realized that choosing        
‘the ordinary life’ doesn’t mean        
we forget, just that we accept what is        
and thus discover peace        
       
And somewhere       
Somewhere beyond his joy        
his throated-laugher        
I remembered (y)ours    
       
I allowed myself that much        
in this (extra)’ordinary life’        
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