Count your breaths.

Count the shadows your

moving body makes

along the path.


Count your days.

Count your change, dropping,

ringing like chimes,

sweet sounds confusing the chaos.


Count your blessings.

Count the leaves you

watch shudder, fall,

just out your window,

saying more about the wind than the tree.


Count all the impossible things.

Count on me.

31poemsMegan Jones