April 14: Everyday Poetry

by allisonkujiraoka

There is poetry in my every day

In fact, there was poetry today

that I did not write;

it was composed for me.

The falsetto of Adam Levine.

The square-like shape of my son’s feet.

Those golden crystals of Australian salt

that, added to oil and kernels in a pot,

become a movie-goer’s dream.

The miracle of foreign sounds

melding into words

that form utterances

that make sense

to a native’s ear.

The joy of laughing in unison

with Mom on the phone,

because we know the same people,

and what they’re like,

and why that’s funny.

Two brothers sharing a bed.

And that lyric I can’t get out of my head.