Feeling Fortunate

I can’t lounge on my porch and soak in the fields, the harbor, and the sound, but I can lace up my shoes and trek to them, 

and that will suffice.

I haven’t bothered to turn my front yard into a crocus farm, but I can plant my feet on the sidewalk below, turn my head, and reap the bumper crop of violet and white, 

and that’s enough.

I can’t commune with this elegance every morning, but I can drop my canoe in these waters and paddle alongside,

And that will do.

I don’t own these views, but with a bit of effort I’m afforded them, 

and really, that’s more than plenty. It’s good fortune.

• Slice of Life