mundane world...

my poor poor mundane world

nothing happens here with fanfare

but everything happens still

when i write i do not celebrate

nor do i a lament wail out-

in the quiet of my world i create, i write

birds come by accepting my humble offering of water

and whatever else i can muster...

i have no dazzling displays in my camera captured

not anything at all that can stir you at all

in my mundane world, only my spirit makes it happen

and not the charging energy of the marketplace.