your boring life is a gift
this small town full of quiet stillness
and wild little gardens
you don’t see the blessing
in these familiar faces year after year
you’ve never known the life
of a stranger in a strange land
never walked alone into the darkness
with only the promise of a someday sunrise
to keep you going
your boring life is a soft cotton tshirt
and your favorite pair of jeans that fit just right
it’s hard to appreciate the simple things
when they’re all you know
and have always been there for the taking
I have walked unfamiliar lands and
felt the awe and the ache
awe at the vast newness before me
ache for the loneliness of being a stranger again
boring [poem]
Larissa Lee 