Detour

As I wake up still lost in the night
I’m trying to hang on to the images
But the dreams at first vivid
Quickly fade in the cold light of the day

I can remember making the coffee
But I forgot the taste

I looked outside my window but did not see
The sheer beauty of this autumn morning

I can still feel the touch of your kiss
The gleam in your eyes, your warm embrace

But it’s time to go now
I will leave all this behind on my way out

Beneath the rhythms of the ordinary
Lay hidden trinkets of life
Moments paused or forgotten
To make way for next step in the day

Comings and goings, meetings and achieving
I know what I have to do today
Same as yesterday
The work is trying but the patterns are familiar

Beneath the rhythms of the ordinary
The touch, the kiss, the word, the smile
Untold treasures—scattered carelessly
Crumbling under their own weight

I found an old pen in my desk drawer
Long lost among the paper clips and the loose change

I remember this pen wrote the most beautiful words—
In this pen lived all my love for you

Beneath the rhythms of the ordinary
I found a pen

And a way home