casting a net: I don’t know what this is. I do.
fish respond: I don’t know what to do with this is. I do.
here’s a lesson, and it’s meant for me
take some small slices of pie, you know, like
those people those cars those crows passing by,
beside some bench beside some city street.
now, say thank you to so many each as you
can notice. individually, I suppose. saying,
thank you in your thought
no matter the face and shape.
sincerity counts. but observe,
is your silent voice genuine? you already know.
be the willing effect of. everything. freedom is.
notice what happens inside. your own thought.
does gratitude know the way home? it does.
to whom? when is the universe not listening?
making thanks includes who and what I might
think otherwise to hold at arms length from
being close? what changes? where?
where does distance first exist? who, you ask.
do we dare our feet to move? each motion matters.
is there intimacy? linger with that on your tongue.
a moment of intimacy is. each one. one moment,
and when I forget. remember instead.
appreciation arrives. like air. breathe.