Urban Space

She got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. She ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
She took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning she did
the work she loves.

At noon she lay down
with her mate. It might
have been otherwise.
They ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
She slept in a bed
In a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day...

Today
we are thankful
it is not otherwise.

based on a poem by
Jane Kenyon
"Otherwise"