gratitude

[artolmaeus]

I have missed days in the rain
never spoke to the crows from an empty bench
I did not believe and trust in lies
I was not deceived to the edge of survival
I avoided hunger and thirst
and when it all hit me and it all made me run
was bread treasure, an ear a gift and a hand on my shoulder love
sometimes the small things is the only things anyone can do
and we are all a collection of small things
needing small things
but to try to claim a mountain
discounts the dirt under your feet
and the stillness before a breeze teased
the sweat to dry
and the breath right now is everything

[anirbas]

Clap! Clap! Clap! Wondrous and wonderful piece. You flipped the box over and wrote a small, concise poem that still packed a punch. Love it! Thanks for sharing.

[artolmaeus]

thank you.