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
Around
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