You met you today,
in an alternate path
that never happened.

I thought it was time
you met you,
I am tired of hearing
how much you don’t have.

A part of you
should have been born
from the wound of the world,
where your father bikes
the night hunting half chewed
garbage meat
to wash and cook like new.

You smile at such a feast,
stomach will be fed today.
No time to think of any lack
but one that will be filled
with recycled dumpster food.

Your gratefulness in this
other life not lived,
is a different shaped vessel:
sturdier and holds much more.

03/05/2024

Author's Note: Teaching my son about gratitude, contrast and probability.

Posted on 03/05/2024
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