Thank you for this wholly ordinary morning
and its quantum daystar world-round light.
Thank you for the blues of empty sky,
the gift of formlessness, for earthworms
in their ether of loam, and for dying
that dissolves our bodies into food
the tiniest hungriest creatures eat.
Thank you for this ladybug whose
wings are woven of my father's dust.
And, yes, my mother's tears must be
by now the snow on the distant mountain.
Thank you for the eye in my heart
that created this earth for seeing and
created it all for saying thank you
and thank you for the gift of gratitude.