Routine

Every mundane routine of the day

Is maybe something important 

Every day I wake up and feel nothing of the loss and excitement the day before

Like what was won or lost yesterday doesn’t matter anymore

And today I will fall in or out of love

But there is some important work here

Every small moment of letting go

Is life altering

world shaking

Solving something that has never been done

In the history of the world

Because what are we if we are not the culmination of human history

Disguised as the casual habit of the moment 

Eyes still open despite it all

Fingers still fragile and nimble

Around the knots we carry

Of a chain that was never only ours