Thanks Giving, part 2.

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I got out of bed on two strong legs.
It might have been otherwise.

I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach.
It might have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill to the birchwood.
All morning I did the work I love.
At noon I lay down with my mate.
It might have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls,
and planned another day
just like this day.

But one day, I know,
it will be
otherwise.

-Excerpted from "Otherwise" by the late Jane Kenyon