Waking up
to the sounds of a raccoon
I had named Big Richie
was my Normal.
He would lay
sprawled across some skinny little branch.
He would stuff his mouth with grapes,
and feed them to his children.
This all happened outside my bedroom window
of my small one bathroom apartment.
As I lived like an ant compared to the rest of the world,
and the world lived like ant compared to me.
These were the summary's of me just a few months ago.
I would scribble away these pages of poetry in my sketchbook
and then display them for people to see.
That was normal.
I miss my normal.
Normal is something you regurarly commit to,
It is a bubble that you throw yourself in.
That was my normal,
and that was yesterday.
Today is different.
Today I am different.
Today is unique.
Today I am unique.
Today makes me think.
Today is the day when the past will not make me worry
or grieve over lost things.
Today is Tuesday and
I will do normal things like watch Americas Got Talent but today I will wish that
someday I am on that stage,
in fact I swear it to myself.
So what is your normal?
I miss it already.
