An Ordinary Day

An Ordinary Day What can you say
when something wild enters your life
on an ordinary day
where nothing wild ever happens.

Bold and muscular, fringe-eared,
the color of old leaves...
carefully choosing his steps
across your patio,
breaking into your life,
leaving you speechless
with his small fierceness
and palatable beauty.

Who can you tell
that he chose you for a moment,
that his feral eye looked into yours
and made your heart stop,
that you breathed again
only as he entered the trees.
– Teresa Bullock