goddamned birds singing

We are going camping with the scouts today, after Camille's soccer game. I think our mohawks will be a hit. I hope everyone has a great Saturday. Here is a poem by Thomas Lux.


Poem in Thanks

Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for the fire,
the light--both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here--where I'll gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!