Honour To The Mundane.

This poem is in response to:

Here Goes:

Honour to the Mundane

It shifts, this life—
grows legs, loses them,
becomes something else
when you're not looking.
And that’s okay.
There’s space here
for becoming.

But today?
This life fits.
Not flashy,
not loud,
but honest.
It hums with meaning
in cereal bowls,
repeated playlists,
and the way the light
keeps showing up
like it promised it would.

Maybe the magic
isn’t in the next big thing.
Maybe it’s here—
in the rhythm
that doesn’t need fixing.
In the quiet
that doesn't ask for applause.

So here’s to the ordinary.
To the stillness
that holds everything together.
To the mundane,
soft-spoken and steady—
deserving of honour
all the same.

Epilogue:

In the end, I managed to get most things needed done ✅ 😊