the most fortunate person in the world
to breathe in a breath of air
air that is full, smiling all the way down
into a body that is creating
yes flawed
but one of a kind, healthy and alive
enough to think, enjoy, laugh, love
to do what we are here to do
exist among many and many
wading with, through, and around others
meeting, introducing, fallowing, leading
sometimes shoving, hitting, fighting
killing
all echoing ones who walked before us
trodding, heavy footed, on a ground
that has listened, cared for, and put up with
every mistake, discovery, realization in time
simply being and belonging
to a vast, ever-changing culture
getting up off the bottom, holding hands high
right below a heaven
knowing we all finish the same race
with teeth showing or tears streaming
your hand in mine
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