I Wasn’t Very Good At Normal – inspiring poem for our times

recently, the lady across from me in a waiting room asked if I was ready for things to “get back to normal”

I smiled and shook my head

“I wasn’t very good at normal,” I told her.

“I’d like the give weird a bit of a try.”

She blinked.

I blinked back.

things had gotten awkward

~ I always make things awkward ~

She blinked again.

I responded with another blink.

We were now communicating

through eyelash morse code.

So, I blinked out the

following message to her:

I’m not waiting for things

to go back to normal

things are already

way too ordinary for me

to wish for it to have

any more of a hold over me

to be honest,

I’m waiting for things

to become more abnormal

normal had its time as the DJ

normal played the same

songs over and over

typical’s reign as the queen has gone on for so long that her crown has begun to grow into her skin

I know you can sense it, too

this cocoon we are living in

is starting to quiver and our

skin is starting to turn into

polka-dotted butterfly wings

we are all unraveling

in the most beautiful ways

can’t you feel it in your veins?

your plain blood is bleeding

itself into the sharpest pattern

~ of flowing plaid

you have shifted like a corvette

on an empty coastline highway at sunset

you can feel the hum deep

inside the transmission of your soul

your engine is growling with the

power of one billion angelic horses

you are now able to go from the natural

to the supernatural in under 3 seconds

you are racing toward your raw purpose

you are speeding toward your wild dream

you are no

longer a bore

– you are a blur

I know you

can feel it, too

you are as sick as I am

about pretending that

all we want is for things

to be normal

normal had its age

let’s give the unusual

an epoch or two

this is the season

of change and

your eyes are turning

Into a sponge

soaking up

every beautiful

oddity you see

and every now and

then when your

eyes have absorbed

just enough peculiar

artwork of the divine

they begin to pour

with tears of joy

I know you can feel it

nothing is going back

to the way things used to be

because our existence is a living

piece of clay being constantly molded

under the loving hands of a cosmic potter

normal doesn’t live

here anymore

it’s been replaced

with the abjectly strange

and isn’t that how it should be?

every day we should wake up ready

to journey into the wonderfully irregular

this is the age for you

to finally embrace

the eccentric and exotic

which is perfect

because that is

exactly what you are:

eccentric & exotic

there is nothing like you

among the uncountable stars

you are the rarest precious gemstone

you know it

you can feel it

~right under your scars;

~right behind your eyes;

~right inside of your heart:

is a river of light

that has never existed

before you were created

you are profoundly

and beautifully


and that is why this age

is perfect for you

normal is on the outs

~ the curiously atypical is in

and you, my wild love,

are the loveliest

deviation from the norm

that has ever drawn a breath

and this is your time

and you are about

to change the world

and I can’t wait to watch

~ john roedel

(“Wait and See” by the breathtaking artist Catrin Welz-Stein )

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