I am grateful for all the things I don’t have:
An empty stomach
Clothes caked with mud and sweat
Fear that I will not find shelter for the night.
I relish all that I am not:
I am thunderstruck by the enormity of statistics that count me out.
I am overwhelmed with awe
That I have been singled out for so many not-so-mundane blessings.
Published in Poems