I am a mediocre moment — unnoticed
by a world eagerly chasing milestones and memories,
lost between the greatest and the worst,
ever-present, overlooked, uninspiring.
I am a mediocre moment — a forgotten
silent chill before rainfall,
a ray of sunlight in a cloudless sky
a subtle breeze on the third week of summer.
I am a mediocre moment — forgotten
and routine, ignored and uncherished
yet so predominantly present here and now
and I wish nothing more than to be as I am.
I am a mediocre moment.