Lucky as Hell

Maybe it takes a row
through the darkest rivers of your soul
to discover the purest truth
of life's hand.

If water was within reach
and at your command at all times...
If its clarity was like liquid glass,
free of poisons, abundant in flow.

If food stood from toe to head
at a grocery that was just breaths away...
If produce spread before you in a rainbow,
and the hardest decisions were one of choice, not necessity.

If a ceiling shielded your brow from the sun's rays
and diverted the rain to your tended gardens...
If you had a small castle to call your own,
a bed that welcomed a theater of dreams...

If your special evenings were filled with family,
your ordinary days with friends...
If you had at least one person to pour your spirit into,
and had them do the same in return...

If war was an unwelcomed visitor in your neighborhood,
and so too were intolerance and violence...
If trees laid shadows on your streets,
and grass carpeted your yards.

If the laughter of children graced your ears,
and also the occasional whimpering of bruised elbows...
If music's grand jukebox was just a click away,
and the words of authors and poets the world over.

What would you call your life?

(c) 2013 by Vincent Lowry