Let Thanks

by Jed A. Myers		print version
		print version (graphics)

Let there be thanks,
  in all possible directions, let
thanks lift like clouds of tiny birds
  out of all the trees, let
thanks like mist out of the crashing
  of every kind of wave rise
and reach our eyes and nostrils, let
  all of us hear the vast chorus of thanks
the electrons sing to their protons for casting them
  angrily out into orbit, as otherwise
they'd never meet and forge the miraculous
  molecular bonds of life, let
thanks fall down from the void in applause
  for the chaos variety show of creation, let
this rain flood and spill wide of our rivers
  and drown us in its elation, let
no one be spared immersion in the deluge
  of thanks, let pain be thanked for showing us
our spirits, let these awkward angles
  of bony existence be thanked for bearing
our strivings, our crimes, our entanglements, let
  our breakdown into the sludge of the next
forest be thanked. Let our humbling
  humiliations, even of war, be thanked, let
shame be thanked, let rage be thanked,
  for how else are we to yearn for the loss
of these hungry shells of self, let
  thanks come pouring spontaneously out
of our pores toward our own disappearance
  into the oneness we forget we are, let
thanks for the incessant emptiness inside us
  like a reservoir of desire fill
the air between us, let
  thanks be the flood and the fire, let
this cosmos have its little song.