Here’s a simple poem that never made it out as the “New Years” greeting. Watch for another feature story soon and poetry from a lovely Portland voice.
Say thanks to what is,
mug of chai heating hands,
squint under crystal sky,
snow flakes shaped
by tiny mittens
that prop carrot to grow
as a new-man’s nose.
Say yes to invitations, rice bowl, pasta.
yes to stronger, the stranger who carries more than his own bricks,
a note or phone call
long-delayed–one that keeps you up at night.
Say thank you to the way things are.
Know failure–lost love, cancer’s return, broken
wings, beets lost to deep freeze–seldom
all it seems,
For now, I breathe–and sing myself these words–smiling
into shoes that warm the frozen earth of winter.
I can reshape any story.
We have that power.
Thank you for the moment,
for your breath.
Thanks for all you remind me
even when I don’t want to remember.
May we share honey and daisies,
blooming from dazzle
as daylight returns.