givingthanks

I'm glad, I'm thankful for New York sidewalks, my mom's cooking, my resume, sunsets over Capri & sunrises over Nelson Sound, for Iron & Wine as well as the Format; for Alief grasshoppers and dragonflies in 1988, for Ms. Ozazarbal's third grade project about bears, for friends from Elsik and the mates from Penn, for the art in naked music and paintings and especially words, for giggling drunken girls stumbling home at 3 in the morning, for dark wine bars and darker hookah dens, for the teahouses in Prague and the churrascarias in Rio, for all the halting utterances of hope and awkward ideals throughout yearning nights, for the thought that God is patient, and especially for this year's courage.

And for poets and their songs.

e. e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)