The Wild Improbability of Your Ordinary Span

Amazing we don’t all die quickly,
When you think of everything gone through
For each small small system of flesh to last

Several decades. How’d you get here?
How did you ever make it this far?
And everyone else—all they went through!

Daily, hourly opportunities
For something to crash, something to shoot,
Something in the blood to start eating.

Look how ridiculously long you have
Endured to accumulate your life,
Your short life, crammed with minute details

Of everything that’s happened to you
And therefore now’s part of forever.