A Poem a Day: The Familiar (1)

I am trying to write
trying to find words
I see leaves on the ground
I hear a plane soar above
trumpets or trombones play softly in the back
A melody I've never heard
the familiar is unfamiliar today

birds chirp
the sky is blue
the wind ruffles my papers
I am still put together
the familiar is unfamiliar today

I am the only one outside that I can see 
though I hear footsteps all around me
A drinking fountain
the sound of doors opening and closing
a brown purse
my brown skin
the copper stair case
the plane
the birds
the sky
a melody
​the familiar is unfamiliar today