A Glad Eternity {a poem}

Oh silly brain, you're stuck in a rut.
That's what I said to my brain
as I headed down the road, choosing
to focus on the morning in all its glory –
sun rising through the trees,
tiny rainbows singing on frosted
fields and branches, a brook
flowing ever so subtly beneath
a layer of ice, my own breath before me
leading the way, feet crunching
over frozen mud, feet keeping time
with the music of my heartbeat,
as I suddenly heard my own voice
out loud declaring my love for the new
day, the cold air in my healthy lungs,
the way I could hear in the silence
an atomic hymn of heroic proportions,
so small, so invisible, that if you stayed
inside, if you believed everything
your brain tries to convince you was true,
you'd surely miss what it spends
a glad eternity telling you, too:
You are already a miracle.