How to Survive
It is enough,
this pear with skin like autumn and juice like sweet rain
the rhythm and glide of his skin pressed against mine
my children’s laughter falling like petals around my ears.
It is enough
to stitch my awareness to the turn of each new day
to let my cells bear witness to the wonder
to build an altar to small miracles upon the walls of my heart.
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