Grateful To Be Alive

So what if the world is 

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.