I have one eye that works well enough.
I eat every day.
The Nazis aren’t coming tonight
to knock down my door.
The air is breathable.
My feet are just the right size
to fit inside my socks.
I am not mentally ill.
The birds aren’t falling out of the sky
for no reason. . .
This list could go on and on.
And even if each of them were taken away,
one by one,
I bet it would be possible
to start a new list that would still give me
sufficient reason to wake up
(not just first thing in the morning),
and simply be grateful
that I exist
and get to partake in this world,
for a little while.
And when things get challenging, is there still a way
to lift my inner eyes to heaven
and be thankful?
Even for the absurdities of life,
and my own imperfections—
for the opportunity they present?
Even for my chains—
for the freedom lying in wait there?