Close Calls Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I would have gone and walked that mile
and surely suffered pain
but skies and angels sent reprieve
and sent the rain

I would have tasted that dark drink
with poison drops infused
but unseen fingers froze my hand
and drink refused

I would have perished on that night
the cellar had no door
but unknown neighbors moved us to
a safer floor

So many ways have I been saved
by happenstance of fate
to live to love and gladly sing
and celebrate.