The usuallies

Watching the blue sky, today I caught myself singing out loud today and smiled. And 

it’s ok. It’s ok. Usually … my usually… is changing. 

Usually… isn’t my normal. 

Because you’re usual isn’t mine, yet I morph and 

watch you while I float through the air on the ski lift 

and look out and people watch and learn 

and slowly but surely make up my mind. 

So usually I might… but now I frequently… 

and although they regularly…, I habitually … 

and somehow he generally… now I often…  

and we commonly… 

and the usuallies ordinarily go on, for now, together.