up in flames
I am quite grateful today
for a roof above my head that
shields me this morning
from this sudden cloudburst
that's drenched my town
in working-class woes.
I am quite grateful today
for a hot coffee mug
as it warms my hands
that have gone cold off late
with anxious off-handed
phone scrolling.
I am quite grateful for
birdsong
despite my terrible ornithophobia
for it is sweeter than
the songs of loss.
I am quite grateful for this
breath of fresh air from this
clean, wet, promising morning
because at least it sustains me.
I am alive, much like these
mynah birds on the windowsill,
and I too will fly soon,
but until then, I am just
so, so grateful.
