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What is it about the familiar

That so beguiles and comforts?

The same morning routine

Of washing and brushing your teeth,

Breakfast and television

Serials that return each day,

Spot of sweet light,

The morning walk

Coming across familiar strollers,

Nodding to acquaintances, small talk,

Engaging in regular sport,

The same Starling

Picking worms from twisted twigs in your garden,

Lovers on benches in a park

Sharing mobile phones

With secret smiles

And the afternoon sleep

Looking forward to vivid dreams

In fitful slumbers,

Nothing changes alas

As the days pass,

Just numbers

On a calendar,

And to this routine 

One happily surrenders.

 

But when you are invited

To an unexpected repast

Five course dinner, wine and song, you cheer,

Or when someone unexpected suddenly visits

To break the routine

Someone dear,

You refresh

And fix it like a jewel

In the crown of your daily chores

And want some more

Landmarks to carry you along

From the daily waking and sleep.

 

Such memories of events you keep

Holding close to your heart,

So that you don’t fall apart

With just the same routine

From winter to summer

That has kept you going

With the comfort of the familiar,

In your interminable calendar

Now suddenly shaken

From one bright smart event

To another.