When you arise in the morning think
of what a privilege it is to be alive,
to think, to enjoy, to love...
It is a privilege this being alive
the morning hum of cicadas
the sound of silverware
and dishes clinking as Michael empties the dishwasher.
the green of everything;
trees, grass, shadows, the walls of this room.
Dad's voice on the phone last night, a gentle laugh as he talks about the end of the road, always my laughing father, who has written love death on a yellow post-it note and stuck to the mirror
Claire across the country with whales
Elizabeth on her first kindergarten school bus ride
think shimmer today.
Even if you feel a bit upside-down, uncertain, worried.
Even if you feel joy, right-side up, filled with trust.
embrace this masterpiece mess