November 22, 2020
Not quite six o’clock.
I lie in bed, eyes closed:
Grateful for the rain falling on the roof
And for the song of the sparrow outside my window,
Grateful for the cool air I breathe in and breathe out,
For the comfort of warm flannel sheets,
For the cat curled into the comma of my body
Grateful for the blood pulsing through my veins
For my brain, stomach, heart, liver
For all the cells and within them
The tiny mitochondria beating out energy
Grateful for this life.
Kristin Moyer