Yes, This Moment

A glorious evening, in which to gloriously
reflect upon the huge seas I’ve travelled.

A nice, ripe, wet evening, but
I’m inside, safe from ice-spitting winds.

A very nice, glorious evening, in which
I’ll scribble, still tipsy, elegies on napkins.

Or would,
if I was out and about to vomit.

But it’s nice here, where
I can just feel not uneasy,

and list all the miracles
that built this moment, yes, this one.