The sun rises and the sun setsDay after day in steady pace.Before twilight, payday is over,And returning home, moving in prayerThe worker cooks supper, cleans it up,Feeds the kitty and walks the pup.During the night, visions ariseJoining day’s tasks with the sounds outside:The owl hoots or the sirens screamDeep sleep restores beyond the dreamAnd the sun rises, the sun sets.In the morning, the worker begins againWashing, cooking, setting up, taking downAnd when joys and sorrows come aroundThe quotidian is the re-starting place,The heritage and cultural grace.The sun rises and sets and rises again.
While writing this I was listening to Call's Let the Day Begin. It was early spring and I was adjusting to leaving my job. I was in love with life and letting the rhythms of the Great Tree of Romanticism flow through me. Today, I am posting "The Quotidian" at Poets United "Poetry Pantry - #111."
Copyright © 2012 S.L.Chast