Daily Communion

Black coffee is the blood,
bagel the body
I celebrate each morning.

I am thankful each day for my life.

Light is hidden in urban canyons.
Cement gives texture.

I pause to think.
Do winos give thanks for a sidewalk?

Or, if they pray, do their prayers
consist of complaints?

Life is a trip that for many is never made easy:
One step. One step.