How comfortable I can sit
Unaware
On the edge of despair
Perched
Most days not noticing
How close death is
How dangerous life can be
How precious my children’s moments
How thin the veil is between life and the great abyss of whatever lies behind ordinary reality
The beauty of the sky
The color of a flower
The sweet touch of a lovers lips
All taken
For granted
How comfortable I can sit on the edge of joy
Unaware that this moment
Is irreplaceable
Most days not noticing
The generosity of friendships
The smell of chocolate
The happy wag of my dogs tail
Always happy
Always happy to see me
How comfortable I sit
On the edge of time
Unaware