When the day is done,
were you loved, and did you love?
Did you laugh at yourself
or your dog's droopy eyes?
When you lie in bed
do you hear the dishwasher running
and the cars in the rain
and know the tenderness of living?
Were you touched,
and did you turn that spark to fire?
Are you thinking about
coffee in the morning
and the pocket of silence
before the kids come looking for cereal?
And do you see how everything you feared
hasn't come to pass yet,
how you are okay in this moment,
your chest rising and falling,
the world turning enough
to fall into light again tomorrow?