ordinary – a poem by Diane Roberson Douiyssi

ordinary

you lay
down,
swirl your
fingertips
in the cool
stream—
surrounded
by water,
you want
to dissolve
into droplets,
melt into
brilliant sun,
diamonds in a
stream—
yet you
stay
clay,
heavy,
waterlogged,
waiting for
the flame
that will
turn the
wet dirt
into a
vessel
of light

the moon
is hiding,
the dark
howls—
you have to
quiet your
own thrumming
quaver to
hear the
whispers

i am here
too
i reside not
only in
the stars
or
the magic
of blossoms
or the
dance of
letters swirled
into gold

i am here too
among the
ordinary—
in the baked clay
that tastes
bitter as
it touches
your lips

i house the
unseen
miracles
of breath

come visit
me, i'll
spread a colorful
cloth, welcome
you in, welcome
you back
to your own
enchanted self

Diane Roberson Douiyssi is a poet and writer currently living near the earth and peoples that nourish the world in South Dakota in the United States. She’s a lifelong writer who received her B.A. from Grinnell College. Her poems have appeared in Pasque Petals, song of ourself, and World Lives, Prairie Living. She’s founder of Inner Wisdom Wayfinding, where she hosts writing workshops and mentors women who want to tell their stories.

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