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Average

A Poem

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I read a lot. Lots of words about lots of subjects, written by lots of people with lots of ideas about who we are and where we are going and what we should look like when we get there. A little tired I guess of being pigeon-holed and always being made to seem average. I don’t see anything wrong in being “average.” As long as we are the best possible version of it, who cares. This poem came from that bit of reverie, while standing in my garden, watching two squirrels bickering with one another.

Average men, wielding average skills in desperate need of an average life, take flight along quiet streets; as random cars pull out of driveways and converge onto freeways filled with average drivers, all hunched over steering wheels, sipping coffee while snapping the ends off pop tarts as they listen to average oldies, reminding them of who they are.

Average thoughts, circle average minds in desperate need of comfort and acknowledgment, for today is appearing awfully close to how yesterday ended, and today’s wants and today’s dreams are feeling awfully average, as the bottom of the cup appears white and empty, and the mind begins to slow as those thoughts weaken and slump into yesterday’s, whose collective weight, bears down on a past already heavy with regret.

Average dreams swell with average hope in desperate need of fulfillment as cars pull into driveways and parking lots of average businesses throughout the world and solitary men and women ease out of vehicles as doors slam, backs straighten and smiles resume where they left off yesterday, as average people step into average jobs and shake off the memories of what might have been.

Slowly the Sun fades on an average day, with average hope, chasing average dreams as simple folk, dwell in simple lives, wondering unnecessarily where it all began.

Joe Luca is writer and editor for ILLUMINATION and a published author and writer of children’s stories, short fiction, non-fiction articles, screenplays and poetry. Publications include Child’s Life, Children’s Playmate and others. There are some other articles below — have a read. And thank you for stopping by.