thankful for my life

I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.

Steven Wright 

Taylor Marie McCormick

Morning blessed by light 

blessed by the songs of birds 

blessed by the love of families waking up 

to eat breakfast together 

blessed by all of the possibilities 

that is offered by a new day 

thankful for the sunlight 

thankful for the birdsongs 

thankful for my own family 

my own day 

thankful for my life

Below these streets

Lies the memory of hoofprints 

once horses ran here

where now the oil and gasoline burn

tell me again about progress please

Across the gray sky 

blows an an icy wind 

that knows our names 

and from our graves 

comes a shudder and a chill 

take one step 

and then take another 

   “where are we going?” 

to the next place 

what else could we know 

James Lee Jobe 

Joshua Redman - Eleanor Rigby

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Thank you, 

James