When I have a drink in bed,
the mattress could be anything,
a flying carpet.
8pm in bed
on a Saturday night?
In my 20s I swore I’d party my whole life.
I was right.
Except now the party isn’t a Saturday night,
the party is in my soul.
It’s gratitude for every moment,
Every second that passes
something that I used to take for granted:
each person in my family
who I love so very much
I sit glowing from sipping one drink on my bed, thinking,
this bed is a cloud.
This feeling is