Please don't bring me breakfast in bed

unless my body is languishing and broken far beyond the breakfast table's reach. Let me walk, even hobble to it. Let me collaborate with gravity, neither defying it nor defeated by it.

If i could run to it i would pick up my legs pick up the pace pick up your mood. Let me wake up to a ground that will hold me steady even if my world is spinning. Walls that will wait for me to find my balance. An earth that springs with life.

Let me walk while I can.

Let me stride across the earth leaving it with the memory of my footsteps

of my weight on its body. Let me be light for as long as I can be. For as long as my lungs can propel me forward. For as long as I can lift off and soar, let me.

I would consider myself lucky to have partaken in a meal,

and gotten up from the table with a full heart and a full stomach, when really

it shouldn’t require any luck to have either.