The panic bunny kicks my chest. Will it explode?
I’m reminded again today
That even I will die.
Eyes transfixed on the cloud, walking by,
silently, I beg her to tell me her secret.
This life,
How do I keep it?
My foolish mind pleaded. 
Grappling with the universe.
A puffy smile looks down at me, her whisper blew my hair
‘Even I become rain’
I wipe my tears and look to my toes
The cloves tickle my bare feet.
Tell me I don’t have to leave,
‘Just stay today’
They gently wave, inviting me to sit.
I re-accept my fate today.
That I, too, will die.
I work to stay thankful
that I got to live
On sad days,
Rainy days,
Sweating hot,
Laughter shared,
Sorrows borrowed,
From looking up at counters,
To lifting them on top of them to fill their sippy cups.
Each day so far
I have lived
Was mine and
No one has
What is Mine

     -cosmic acceptance