Everything beautiful is infinite

A smile lasts longer than
the ephemeral monuments of the desperately vain.
A single eager mouth cannot be replaced
by an army and a navy.
Every kiss is the first one,
every good morning the last.

A moment of movement has the power to make you cry decades later,
because it is infinite in its memorable imperfection.

If those doors of perception ever opened,
we would be in laughter and tears both at every moment of our lives.
So, it is a separate fortune yet,
the gift of the ordinary.

Ordinary beauty,
ordinary comfort,
    ordinary wit
        and patience
            and mirth.
Ordinary fury,
    dispersed by ordinary mercy.

Ordinary infinities
    that punctuate our stories
        one ordinal at a time.

And for each,
a personal infinity
—a face, perhaps,
    perhaps your own,
        perhaps even smiling at you.

Melih Sener