Laundry

To be noticed, to be remembered;

Ambitions of everyday toilers.

And whether possible, worthwhile, desirable;

One wonders.

The desperate pursuit for daily meaning,

Which upon reflection keeps one up nights

Or lulls one to sleep.

Is a fleeting resolve, a forgettable determination;

Each night a promise, each morning an excuse.

Amongst everyday struggles,

Big battles, little rituals, the grind,

Are so few noteworthy days.

Yet we are each other's muses,

Validated by our shared humanity.

Tonight, in the taco shop, the laundromat, the dive,

One thing held true;

The glint in the eyes of strangers,

When they recognized those souls they knew.

Everyday heroines and heroes ask not whether their days and lives have meaning;

Rather, what gives meaning to their days and lives?

And to that we each have our answer.