Sometimes it surprises me,
How my life is built on miracles.
The miracle I woke up on time.
The miracle I wasn’t late for work.
The miracle I finished the essay on time.
The miracle the professor accepted my paper late.
The miracle the bullshit I wrote was good.
The miracle I got an A in the class.
The miracle I did okay on the LSAT.
The miracle I was accepted to law school.
The miracle I got those jobs.
The miracle my parents help out.
The miracle my sister cooked diner.
The miracle I ate more than once today.
My lack of effort astounds me,
As so many good things always happen.
Tea with Anne 