"Alive Together Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you... I might have been... a woman without a name weeping in Master's bed for my husband, exchanged for a mule, ...I might have been stretched on a totem pole to appease a vindictive god or left, a useless girl-child, to die on a cliff. ... ...I might have been you. ...The odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent; still we have made it, alive in a time when rationalists with square hats and hatless Jehovah's Witnesses agree it is almost over, alive with our lively children who—but for endless ifs— might have missed out..."