day something or whatever:
a prayer to the wall, to the mirror and all
If you can count the number of friends
on one hand, feel blessed you have enough fingers
and enough friends, warm, waving.
If you only see darkness ahead, feel blessed
for your depth of vision, feel blessed
by gentle stars, cherished by the same darkness,
feel blessed there’s a light you can turn on inside
— to find that pesky switch, become accustomed
to fumbling around a pitch-dark universe