I found some notes I took at a Literacy seminar over the summer.
The speaker had us quickly jot down where we found poetry in our lives.
This is what I wrote:
My hate the world days
Standing by a friends chupah
Insomniac night wishing I could fall asleep
The things I do to procrastinate
The silent moments between friends
The awkwardness of first impression
Taking off new shoes that hurt so much but look so good
Walking away from a tiff and coming up with the perfect retort a moment later
Watching a storm from safety of my window
Cold fingers that are outside my blanket holding my book
The anticipatory moment before I eat something
Waking up to the smell of brewed coffee
Where is the poetry in your life?