appreciation small and large
from me, for it all.
in a random universe
chances are
the vacuum cleaner hose will clog with hair
& you will just miss the fedex guy,
while finding a c-note in your library book is unlikely.
the bright hello from your neighbor
leaves no mark past the moment,
while the tree limb that hits your parked car does.
still, even in a cosmos
rife with hits and misses,
your hand on my shoulder and
the zillion molecules displaced
by my head thrown back in laughter
feels charged,
and this lucky life,
like lightning.