Quotidian
Impose upon the world your flourish.
Wear a flower in your hair.
Or harken back to when decorum
Tapped on social shoulders,
Hinting firmly about pocket squares
And creases where they stand.
Crack eggs and make your omelets,
In iron skillets cast in leaner years;
Much grander now for passages of time.
Write letters, notes, and daily lists
At roll-top desks – well-oiled –
With a sturdy, stately frame of cherry wood.
Be brave enough to be peculiar.
Your world belongs to you,
And who’s to say when singular
Breaks ties with wrong or right.
Impose upon the world your flourish.
Wear bouquets of flowers in your hair.