Each day is a gift with my body, my life, my love. Today I am blessed.


a poem

Otherwise
by Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
On two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise.

I ate cereal,
sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach.
It might have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill to the birch wood.
All morning I did the work I love.
At noon I lay down with my mate.
It might have been otherwise.

We ate dinner together at a table
with silver candlesticks.
It might have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed in a room with paintings
on the walls,
and planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.