most days

My role is not glamorous, my accomplishments not gasp-worthy. 

I figure out how to use last night's leftover potatoes in breakfast hash, run warm water in the bathtub, toss dirty clothes in the machine, basically hold shit together on the homefront.

Balancing the chores of today with the dreams of a lifetime, doing all the things for invisible applause, 

it may be incredibly prosaic but it's also, most days, extraordinarily life-giving.