at night there are rocks we can’t see. we may run right up to them
and embrace. (mariners take heed)
here, even in the middle of night, the middle of nothing,
it continues to lap the shore. we listen. we feel. wondering.
rhythm is our bones.
gratitude in a spoon
to feel a breath includes some pain. gratitude.
to feel these legs includes some pain. gratitude.
these fingers, they’re not like before. gratitude.
these thoughts, they recall being shy. gratitude.
memories, so many with no smile. too few of you. gratitude.
snow on the ground, a beauty I keep apart. gratitude.
to feel apart from you, too common, found. gratitude.
of intentions, a shallow pool. gratitude.
of strength to lend a hand, remote. gratitude.
of desire, a bowl facing down. gratitude.
of possible. looking with both eyes. unfound.
tell me now, what gratitude is.
my teacher said faith includes doubt like this.
doubt, not a foreigner. faith, an open door.
wasn’t my first guess, but gotta say,
seems right looking now.
then sleep. water will be like eyes.