fortuity

you may have more than
a red sleek chair
perfectly angled against the
stark white blindness that
life’s blizzard confronts us.
it is the blood that runs through
your veins, that innate sense
to design your place and
and to be happy.

but I am luckier.

you may have more than
a delivery from richmond
the boxes are piled high
with the $2 gadgets only discounted
japanese stores may deliver.
the animals, sewn to life with
cheap child labour et al
abound in your apartment
and make it a home with children
or for them.

but I am luckier.

you may have more than
manners that speak volumes of your character
a nauseating kindness that never ceases to show
love when so much of the world
thinks we are to be vilified.
you are polite in that eccentric way
a chinese fortune cookie
tells me tomorrow will bring riches for us all
in bed.

but I am luckier.

you may have more than
friends who would find a spare plate
to serve you in your inability
to prepare simple meals with that
meticulously clean kitchen.
with warmth and the flames of their
gas-powered fireplaces and hearts
they would cross oceans or
even find a way to walk around them
if it meant bringing you peace.

but I am luckier.

you may have more than
most.  I’ve been sitting
observing what some do not hold
in their lives like you do.
I’ve been noticing, in the passing
time I’ve spent reaching you
on a constant basis,
that others are not so fortunate
or welcoming of the love that
is all around for them to receive.

but I am luckier,
for I have you, and
that is all I need.