that the present passes you by.
Savor the singing bird, friendly chatter,
and energy of the body,
the white light of love shining on your face.
I fell and injured my wrist and I thought that was the worst thing that could happen to me.
Then there was the mass shooting and I thought that was the worst thing.
Then my dog died, and that was absolutely the worst.
Then I decided to see the beauty all around.
I wrote this poem.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019