You Are Right That I Am Lucky

by Robert A. Neimeyer, Ph.D.

I am lucky to live in a world
ablaze in the spring,
the long bodies of the trees
and the brown shoulders
of the earth itself
enrobed in floral glory.
This world at least
requires no viral crown.
I am fortunate to live in a body
fluid, flexible, fit,
that loyally shadows
me through the days,
and shyly accepts the invitation
to lie down with me at night.
And even on a planet unbalanced
by the erratic gravity of fear
I am lifted and held in grace
by an invisible web of love
that catches me when I fall,
helps me find my feet again.