Alive

to feel the melting sunbeams
on taut brown broken skin,
to hear a bird out somewhere
fluttering its still moist wings,
to watch crisp golden ripples
stretch aimlessly across to a sleepy shore,
to unwrap the deafening silence
of a frosted morning score,
to untie ribbons of orange and blue
and peer into the empty vault,
to smell the brine in the wild wind adrift
and fall upon a long-lost happy song,
to breathe, sing, love and hate,
to smile, cry, rant and play,
all in one breath -
it is enough.
enough,
to be alive.