This body –
my body –
of flesh, bones, organs,
a forever pumping heart and breathing lungs,
turns 41-years-old today.
I wonder if my mom and my dad,
each in their own separate states,
will travel back in time today,
thinking back to the day I was born.
Will they will reflect on what it means
to be the parent of a 41-year-old woman,
self-possessed, dwelling in the mountains
so many hundreds of miles away
from the land of her raising?
This day is not in celebration of me,
as though I were self-created,
Today I want to elevate my heart
in celebration not of me but of my parents;
my grandparents; my ancestors, blood and land;
my tribe of people near and far, past and present;
the wealth of resources and privileges
I’ve been so richly and generously afforded.
Did I mention I am filled to over-flowing with gratitude?
Did I mention that I try my very best
not to take it all for granted?
Have I mentioned that each day
when I rise, I form a smile of love
on my lips for the sheer joy
that comes from waking?