A banal ballade

Against all odds,

clothes on the floor,

toys scattered around the house.

Appointments made,

grocery list and bills unpaid,

a warming call from home.

Dishes to clean,

flowers to water and soak,

Life making a scene.

Against all odds, miraculously, 

inside of me 

I make room.

I carve space for myself, others

in rides we share. 

Never the same, never the same. 

Waves dissipate.