searching for poetry?

Sometimes i don't see the poetry of slicing an orange

or standing in the kitchen

or waiting in line

or unzipping my pants

typing, staring,

or stepping

(i watch her put on her glasses

the babies legs are cringingly extended)

But oh when I do- when I do!

aaahhh, when I am.

*sometimes one just needs to eat- or walk- or lay day with out it meaning a damn thing.