Ordinary Time

A reverent moment of silence

foretells the sun’s arrivance

Just beyond Lough Currane

and the peak of Coomcallee

The lough is still

and the wind kneels,

The tits and chaffinches

I picture genuflecting,

as I hear

the placid breath of my partner

my first heel to the floor

the soft shuffle of slippers

atop the tongue and groove

roasted beans in a grinder

filtered water flowing

into the gurgle pot

and the first perk

a cabinet opened

a bowl retrieved

and the waterfall of milk

over a serving of oatmeal

This unexceptional activity,

what we might call ordinary time,

is reverent and extraordinary,

sacred and sublime.

a personal holiday reflection from Ireland

recommended music “Sleeping Lady” by Alex de Grassi