lifted

lifted

each morning
I am lifted
by kindness
first light’s glimmer
welcomes my
old body back
still alive

then lifted
by hearing aids
and trifocals
what magic!
what blessing!
I try to imagine
life without—
a blurred muffle

running water
another godsend
not taken for granted
but my life
in this time was
given these tools
so I gratefully
use them

most of all
lifted and buoyed
by love
I throw open the door
the breeze’s caress
steady rain falls

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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