LUCKY, BLESSED, FORTUNATE

Yesterday
I watched some clouds by –
saw a few birds fly high
and yet beneath our high window –
read a book of poems
ate a bit –
and shared large portions of the day
with a mate supremely loved.

 

Though the world is
fraught with many dangers
my little world on an 11th floor
overlooking a bay in Florida
is quite safe —
except for the denouement of a process
called AGING.

 

Most days we say out loud:
LUCKY
BLESSED
FORTUNATE.

 

There are some days we do not
participate in that litany —
but there are not many of those!

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