This morning as my eyes blink open, it occurs to me as if for the first time what you, miracle body, have been up to

All night long, while I let go you pumped blood through veins to fingertips and toes grew cells and eyelashes and nails inhaled and exhaled countless times

all this while the sun tirelessly birthed new life all this without a thought or a word or a worry without a drop of help from me

I laugh when I remember that just yesterday in a torrent of heart-numbing stories I seriously thought I needed to do something