isn’t it amazing
the way that right song
just fills your bones
and makes your heart open
up to the crazy world
that beats against you
and sometimes makes you
– dead

the
way
each
curling
windswept
tide-swirled nine-
katrillion-grains-of-
salt-twirled, re – lent – less, pounding wave
comes in to shore and back out
just like
that

that it’s no real feat at all
– but sometimes you wake up
and can’t see the goodness of a day
let alone the strength that makes you

that just one breath
inside your going-for-a-hundred-years
body means
some immeasurable
– unfathomable
– uncoincidental
number of things went right inside and
you’re alive