Now easily every day I thank with amazement
the flow of life in me
through my still uncertain systems—
the crowded lung, the precious sodium declining,
the (un)clotting blood, the occasionally flip-flop heart–
all prodded, drained, stimulated, worked, waited for,
toward pumping, balance, interaction, self-synchronizing,
All made possible by human good will,
by the good fortune that there is no cancerous or human malice at my door,
by the luck that there has not been too much of this or too little of that for too long,
by the seeming, mysterious gladness of parts to interconnect.
I give gratitude for how each piece of life itself is sustained
by sustaining others,
as are we by each other.