I’m looking at her and she’s just a kid;
Wide-eyed, braid at side
Looking bright to her future.
Tell me baby girl, about your tales and mysteries.
I’ll be sure to write it all down in your book of history
About your unicorns, your friends in the wood
The monsters you hush because they’re just misunderstood
Figments of an ordinary mind
Cut on the bias and sped up with time.
We jet round the sun and my next glance says she’s twelve
Stealing her mama’s lipstick,
Twirling pearls and running from the other girls.
Friday night she’s caught between the play and the hang out
Writing tales of ordinary mysteries
Bred to be solved and foretold and dressed down with marigolds.
Blossoms of springtime burst and she’s sixteen
Caught in that land of in between
More ordinary than ever before
Though she looks intently through the screen
At fireflies playing and swears they call her name
Begging to take her elsewhere, where she too can play the game.
But instead Saturday’s clock strikes nine and she’s being honked at
Outside her window by the boy and Mary-Jane.
Cycle again, she’s twenty-four
Arguing with the landlord through the door
About how she’ll pay rent, she knows it’s due
But it’s so hard playing the game when you’ve got a dream to make come true.
An ordinary life, this she can’t stand
I know it will get better for you,
Here, hold my hand.
It’s mitigated, unjust, unruly, unfair
Drift off, sweet flower, I’ll comb your hair.
Time flies again, she’s thirty-seven
Ten leagues, twelve tracks, three days from heaven.
She’s begging and crying that it’s got to stop
“I’ll do anything” she pleas.
How did you bask in ordinary?
How did you remain unchanged?
When all I did was point you in the direction
Of tall tales and mysteries
And fireflies and their games.
She’s forty-three and it had to stop
So she packed up shop and left the rock
And set sail west to find the wind;
The unicorns, the hum of the engine
The beach-bound barnacles
And mortar for her bricks to build the castle she once had dreamed
Where at its shores lapped mirrored crests
Of waves carrying with them whispers
Of unordinary things.