The Day Nothing Happened
It was a quiet day—
no bad news,
no sudden loss,
no reason to hold my breath.
I didn’t notice it at first,
how rare that is.
The sky stayed where it was,
the ground didn’t give way,
my phone remained silent
in the best possible way.
I drank water
without thinking about survival.
I laughed
and didn’t have to explain why.
It felt almost suspicious—
like peace was something borrowed,
something that might be taken back
if I looked at it too closely.
So I didn’t.
I let the day pass through me
unchallenged,
unquestioned—
and only later realized
it had been a gift
I almost ignored.
Afolabi Ezra