A gratitude story-poem. And gift…below!
I woke up,
mornings.
My sky,
blinding aura.
My head as
icepicks hammering.
Sweat,
frozen feet
as a limp doll
on the bathroom floor,
penance for
obeying the
God of
Endless
Doing.
Insides,
blindly following.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at perfect.
For that
painful respite,
I am grateful.
I woke up
mornings.
The sky,
compressing gray.
Shepherded two
newly-minted souls:
go potty,
hold spoon,
and again.
Inside,
stagnant-pond-
in-waiting.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at motherhood.
For that,
in numbness,
I am grateful.
I woke up
one morning.
The sky
thundering yellow.
I cried with
the basement wall,
moving into
dark
divorce
house.
Insides,
fresh,
bleeding.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at healing.
For that,
in grief,
I am grateful.
I woke up
one afternoon,
laughing
sun
embracing.
I cried and
danced
with
joy.
Both sides
unemployed And
cared for.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at Truth.
For that,
in grace,
I am grateful.
I looked up
one afternoon,
picnic lunch
delight.
Sunshowers
cascading from her
angelic hair,
after
lingering
embrace.
My heart
holding hers.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
to know another.
For that,
in love,
I am grateful.
I woke up
one morning,
green
summer
beckoning.
Soaked
Her in
with childlike
wonder
for each
leaf,
twitter,
ray.
My soul,
Connected.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at Presence.
For that,
in peace,
I am grateful.
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