Each moment was new for her
Not pristine exactly, but clean

In the same way that a field of wildflowers is unblemished
Even if it has uneven gullies and small patches of briars

Beginning each day as if it were a package on her doorstep
She used to say that each morning was

An unexpected gift of daylight

I floated along on her stream of consciousness for a while
Basking in her beautiful ordinary
and started to believe in that utopia

I might still believe if she were still

But after her last admission
The hospital staff recommended she start over
In a new place

I am sure that place is beautiful as well