Praise the Common Earth

An ordinary day of unfamiliar heat,

A common blue dragonfly where we expect to see it,

Patrolling the air above the pond,

Thick with the usual cattails and lilly pads,

The customary tadpoles fleeing from the shallows

To the safety of the turgid depths at our approach,

And a ripple there of something we can only feel,

All of it routine, and as far as we can tell,

Existing nowhere else in the ordinary universe.

. . .