Breath of Life
of spirit
of matter and its opposite
it was a great
forty-eight
You challenged the City’s Best Divorce Lawyer
and we won.
the disability the CBDL said would be awarded
“when I send Ms. Cohen a Christmas card”
well, Merry Christmas (maybe I can buy Erez
another train, or Rebecca,
a gymnastics lesson)
I have a new boss
who won’t let students beat me up.
Now, as I meditated at the foot
of Jacob’s Ladder
my chest rose two inches
something or someone just fell in love with me.
Maybe it was You?
Or was that Your thank-you hug for
not being on time with those forty-eight?
You’ve known I’ve been through hell recently.
did the Breath of Life
suffer a pulmonary embolism?
“No, Ron,” I imagine You answering.
“It was My way of asking forgiveness.
See, I’m God,
but My alarm clock
isn’t”
