An Ordinary Day
Sunlight starts the day anewCreeping in through the window pane
And eyes open to take it in
All in
Then body gets out of bed
To crawl towards the bathroom door
Beyond which lies the daily habits we
Tend not to talk in polite company.
Mouth chews breakfast. Throat chugs coffee.
Then body’s off to work to slave
For nine hours. Counting commute—
For ten hours. The day is lost
To work
but the mind wanders
Like a bee among flowers, pondering
On which petal to sit.
Between these thoughts is lunch and bathroom breaks
And work, but only tiny morsels made.
Then when body is back at home
Finally, it chooses couch or bed
To lay and deflate,
Phone in hand,
Sometimes a book,
Often a video game
To play until hungry stomach
Leads to kitchen where food is built
Ingredient by ingredient
For half an hour, to be inhaled
In ten minutes
Then body crawls
To bed as light leaves eyes and sleep comes swift.
The final thought: being alive’s a gift.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-11-15 at 15:42
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