Grateful for the Ordinary
In The New Yorker, November 26, 2007, this poem was published … Our life is ordinary,I read in a crumpled paperabandoned on a bench.Our life is ordinary,the philosophers told me. Ordinary life, ordinary days and cares,a concert, a conversation,strolls on the town’s outskirts,good news, bad— but objects and thoughtswere unfinished somehow,rough drafts. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2007/11/26/ordinary-life I love…