waking up
to a slick balcony floor outside
plants weighted with water but alive and hungry
i am warm in the bed
all warm
thinking of coffee, that first cup
thinking of what it means to not ache
to not yearn for a thing
thinking of the small satisfactions
the world's tiny magic
a single drop hugging a square inch of jade plant
something blooming, unbidden,
after the world's terrible rages
a moment of electricity passing
between a woman inside warm in bed
and a drop of water outside
hovering deliberately
staying put
insisting on survival.
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