MONDAY MUDDLE THROUGH THE MUNDANE

moping the mopping
muddling through the mundane,

but admitting ample possibility
that comes with new beginning. . .

imagining the magic
inspiring its spread
on the solid land on which we tread,
and seeping to the ocean deep,
every kind of creature
in the world to reach,

from driest mountain top
to lushly wet and dark pelagic,
until we join in one big common mind–
plant, animal, and human kind. . .

Then,
with our efforts well combined,
we can play nice
and a new way we can be,
we one day find,

so we can share
all that is here
to make sure
not just one of us,
but all of us
are winning.

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