ORDINARY TUMBLEWEED

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It was ordinary time

Then first came this

Followed by that

Each stinging like nettles

But the scratch was minimized 

Forgetting to pause

To recognize each one

Until this and that began to

Tumble

Like Tumbleweed moves

With the wind 

Traversing, dispersing, leaving seeds

It became extraordinary 

Non-ordinary time

You forced me to ask

Who or what I was 

I should have waited

For the answer

Stopped, paused, greeted

Each tumbleweed

to see what

I could learn

In ordinary and extraordinary times

 Ouida Pihulyk © 2023