But, for the grace of God…..

Alone today,

I stand at the sink

after coffee and toast.

Through residual pushable pain

and fringes of greyness,

I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth,

to the sheeting minor waterfalls,

to the movements of my own hands and arms.

I don’t know it right away,

but I am smiling.

For I have seen death,

and have shaken its hand.

But still,

here I stand.