Blessing Streak

Rolling rolling, what
do the dice of the day, say?
It doesn’t matter anymore.
If it’s a four, or if it’s a ten,
every roll, again and again
brings me the luck
of being back from the dead.

I was parting the veil,
nearly peeking through,
Nothing more to do,
said every doc and nurse.
Burning with fever,
I saw the world receding fast.
She won’t last, they all pronounced.

But here I am today, hooray.
I won’t forget that death
came close enough to whisper.
I won’t forget to be grateful
for her visit that woke me
to my great good fortune
of being abloom,

of buzzing alive on a teeming earth.
Able to see and walk and eat,
able to swim to dream, to love!
What a windfall,
what a plucky break.
what a blessing streak.
I don’t forget this roll of the dice
that is my lucky lucky life.

©Susa Silvermarie 2021