The TV glows, like a distant star illuminating,
the dark living room. The announcer shouts,
'a single to right field,'in the background
as I stand, looking out the door with rain,
softly painting the green landscape. The door
ajar, I listen to the ancient love song of life.
A flash of lightning, followed by the steady rumble
of thunder. I penetrate the darkness engulfing the
front porch as I light my pipe. A tiny kitten to
my right stretches its dark frame, across the cool
white tile. As I exhale, I feel only gratitude,
I am alive.