This Precious Life
A daily reflection in poetry
this day’s list of myriad tasks are checked off,
and put in the drawer.
It was an uphill struggle
when the defiant laundry pile
nearly left the basket balanced on my right hip
as I thumped downstairs.
as I opened the back door,
the dog felt an obligation
to run between my legs and out,
barking like he had just discovered
he could make that ear-splitting noise.
And I must confess that today,
even the act of loving,
which is as natural as breathing to me,
flowed in and out like the tide every few hours,
the in-favor receiving a drenching,
and the hopelessly aggravating
left searching for shells on the vast sand.
But now, all is quiet.
Alone, and in the sweet meditation
of remarking my day,
my heart sounds a song of joy
for this precious life.
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