Shortly before writing this, the law firm I headed: a) was robbed; b) moved; c) dissolved; and d) was robbed again. I was also in a new relationship, way more suddenly than I’d planned after the 7 year relationship I had been in ended the previous July. Whew!
A good friend was celebrating his 60th this year, and shared that he had a year’s worth of celebrations in store. It got me thinking about “what if” we always celebrated a birthday for the year, and “what if” other things.
“To have the good fortune to know your good fortune and so know good fortune indeed”–rarely does an opening come to me so strongly. This would not let go until I finished the piece. I rarely title these, but this one demanded to be called “Blessing”–for obvious reasons.
This magical photograph is of our youngest nephew (who happens to also be our Godchild), playing on the shore at Sanibel island. I “heard” the first and last lines of this poem, and the rest wrote itself as fast as any piece I ever did.
As indicated, this was written a while after the AIDS quilt was on display in Washington on the Mall.