Vagabond's Debt

Time after time the world sends me
miracles
dressed up as one more random mortal
stranger.
To whom do I tender my
thanks?
I owe a hundred thousand miraculous
miles
to an endless chain of fleeting
friendships.
Who shall I repay? Every heartbeat, every
breath
I inherit from the unbroken lineage of
lovers
who walked here before me.
Where
have they all vanished in such a
hurry?
How can I even begin to calculate my
gratitude?
What can I do with all these mortal
debts
that hover round me like a cloud of metaphysical
gnats?
And time after time the world unmistakably
replies:
Take good care of all my random mortal
strangers.