On Your Head

When you think of all the risks in a day
For each of you, all of the risks per head,
It’s strange, an awe, you don’t all die at once.

All these days, all the ways you’ve scraped past death,
And here you are, and sure, a few of you
Won’t be here come dawn, but just look at you

All who’ve dodged the floods, fires, and slides, who’ve lived
Through the risks of ill-health, wild beasts, mere falls,
Not to say the risks you are each to each.

Think back, think hard just for a sec, on all
The ways in which you might not have reached this
Day, such as it is, some sun on your head.