nothing amazing

 
 
 
like the sun in the window
of a second hand store
 
or the clouds parked in  
neutral and waiting for
a song by Judy Garland  
 
nothing amazing  
 
in the way ears hear the  
last breath of the dying  
and then go shopping  
 
the way eyes melt like  
candle wax when the
high is gone
 
nothing amazing  
 
walk along a shoreline
 
pick up handfuls of sand
 
million upon millions  
grains of sand
like the stars above
between your palms
 
like all the tragic, useless  
wars fought in our history  
 
like all the knowledge lost
in the library of Alexandra  
 
nothing amazing
 
but still
 
the sun can be a blue
smile
 
true love can stop time
for a single second  
 
a simple act of forgiveness  
or charity  
 
that every breath may be
the final flower we leave
behind
 
...now that is something  
really amazing