What were the odds? My parents had to meet
and marry, and have intercourse one night,
enjoy a healthy pregnancy, and greet
me bearing borne and brimming with delight.
Although they erred, they let no one kid-glove me.
Abrupt and cold at times, they both did love me.
And sure I had some needs that went unmet,
but I felt safe enough, and feel it yet.

I lived more years than I imagined young,
and though I like to work, I had more luck
than I deserve – the time was right for me.
I settled where the air is soft, among
the trees and hummingbirds. Today I’m struck
awoken to my own prosperity.