Dear Wednesday:

26 October, 2011 § Leave a comment

It isn’t your fault that I woke up to 6.32 on the alarm
with the wish to curl back up underneath my crazy quilt
before I even put sleepy toe to cold floor this morning —

but the lilting drawl of the small woman,
already clad in Kroger’s green apron,
as she pressed phone to ear at the back of the bus,

the smell of fresh, newly smooth green paint underneath
shaky towers of green beans, corn and diced tomatoes on
the dozen or so metal shelves within the food pantry,

and the shy mischievousness of Albertina’s daughter as she
flirted with me from within her shaky pink stroller while
animated Spanish and English flew over
her head like so many swooping swallows, like the chatter
lining the silhouetted telephone lines
outside my small front porch in the evening —

yes, all these things
and more
made me grateful to be awake in the day.

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 of 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)
— e.e. cummings


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