The Luck of the Quotidian

And then it goes on
The way days go on.
Every time you miss
The catastrophe
Vaguely suggested

By skies or distant
Events, you’re tempted
To take it in stride.
Perhaps you shouldn’t.
Perhaps you’ve been marked

For catastrophe
Each and every time,
And ordinary
Life’s astonishing,
Not for its small charms,

Usual blather,
Inspirational
Messaging, and sweet
Moments among plain,
But for your sheer luck,

Near miraculous,
In dodging once more
The deliberate
Intention of days
To take you all down.