Prayer

Given legs, given arms,
given their acceptable function,
with healthy, normal pain throughout,
previously broken feet finally,
hopefully, fixed. Getting better
means maintaining now,
mitigating decline. Add hunger
And you are alive, congratulations.
Good job walking to work
on feet already forgetting pain,
how they do. The hum,
the strangers asleep in the park,
saying things out loud
you want to believe,
knowing you can trick yourself,
holding two thoughts at once
like a drummer, saying it out loud,
a poem, a chant–
that you have healed,
that you will always have this
at least this, dear god.