Ordinary

• Claudia Schubert, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Ordinary

It was the middle of winter.
I look up at the murky skies,
The clouds are dull and grey.
I grasp onto the bars and look down at the road.
My hair follows the breezy wind.
Cars are driving through puddles, and traffic lights are ticking.
It was an ordinary day, and I like it that way.