It takes the ordinary to recognise the extraordinary
Noticing a dandelion 
So common
Blooming in that crack of the wall

It would be overwhelming
If we would notice 
All the little things 
As extraordinary

The ordinary brings ease
The little things
The habits
And routines

A coffee cup
Walking the dog over lunch
Calling mum at 8:30
Comforting little things and habits

When we lose 
What is familiar and dear
Always there
Always present
Always available
We grief

Loss is always extraordinary

Andrea Flück von Planta, an extraordinary friend and colleague, passed away unexpectedly this summer. I wrote this poem in memory of Andrea. My thoughts are with her family.