I am grateful for the sand between my toes,
that finds me in the coziest
of places, that works away and makes me
softer. That reminds me I live near the ocean.
I am grateful for the lithe sleek
bicycle I pedal down University avenue
until I can’t pump hard enough and must
let gravity take me.
I am grateful to have a job, a task,
something to put my name on, to sweat for,
to sit down and feel it for. To have a reason
to love a cold water shower.
I am grateful to have clean sheets
in which to toss and turn throughout the
hot nights, tangling myself in the softness
of cotton and a firm mattress that supports me.
I am grateful for the breeze
which comes when I forget
to look for it; the holiest of sensations, licking
the sweat off my brow.