Same Sunday

I never invited you, 
Sameness,
To grace me with your presence.
To hover above with your shadow.
To bore me with your predictable rhythm.

I never intended,
To cook the same meal.
To fight the same fight.
To say the same words.
To wake up on the same side.
To scratch myself at the same spot.
To chew in the same sequence.
To walk the same block, in circles.
Day after day. 
Moment after moment.

I never invited you,
Sameness,
Into my life.
With your global pandemic.
And your political games.
And your fears, and pain, and boredom.

....Yet here you are. 
Reminding me to be grateful,
For every walk - that is the same.
For every meal - that is the same.
For every day - that is the same.
For every limb in its place.
For every gentle embrace.
For every challenge I face.
For all that I have.
For all that I am.
For I am here.
For I am.
For I am.