OTHERWISE by Jane Kenyan

I got out of bed

on two strong legs.

It might have been otherwise.

I ate cereal, sweet milk,

a ripe flawless peach.

It might have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill to the birch wood,

All morning I did the work I love.

At noon, I lay down with my mate.

It might have been otherwise.

We ate dinner together at a table

with silver candlesticks.

It might have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed

in a room with paintings on the walls,

and planned another day

just like this day,

But one day, I know

it will be otherwise.