Take nothing for granted, she said.
Each morning you crawl out of bed;
I rise from the ashes and go sorting
out my bones just to begin the day.
You pour coffee and toss out
sleeping words you won’t remember;
I drop stones from my tongue and
pick them up when I’m finished.
I fold blankets perfectly from end to end
for the empty house to enjoy,
I straighten photographs
no one notices anymore,
I open and close blinds until
sunlight greets me at the perfect angle
I can’t stop
these uneasy waves
in my chest.