habits

it feels so normal

until it’s not

watching TV

eating your dinner

habitual activity

ingrained in your psyche

a well worn path

trodden every day 

the evening meal

partaken at seven

though its components vary

it anchors the day’s end 

bundled with Jeopardy and Wheel

you settle into the comfort

you nestle between the moments

you sense that all’s well

until it’s not and

reality floods back and

once again you note that

beyond your four walls

nothing remains the same 

nor will it ever be the same

©KarenCasady2020