Wonder

Tonight I am thinking of how preciously fragile
and how fragilely precious life is

and how we
(even those of us who know this from experience)
walk down the street on a spring day
with buds and birds and bright green leaves
against a blue sky
like it is not a miracle
that our feet stick to the earth
and our lungs draw air in
and we are all spinning in space
and that we get to be here, in this moment,
laughing,
or walking the dog,
or holding a child’s hand,
or eating an ice cream cone.