Breathing

A poem I wrote after having COVID

Photo by Mirushe Xhaferi on Unsplash

Yesterday's breaths
are gifts I've forgotten
while looking for today's allotment
and finding that what
I thought was my due
is yet another grace 
from you.

It's your breath in my lungs
that I spent like petty cash.
These borrowed diamonds
I squirreled away
were gifts from your generous hand.

Do you delight in giving…