What I Gave Thanks To and For
your hair(or lack of it)how it dances
in the sun(or maybe it just sits there resting)
your heart's ability to withstand pain and fear;
the days and nights coming up,
some of them can talk at you fierce,
but i give thanks for your lungs,
when you sing and hold those notes so fine,
i give thanks for the ability of the world
to pick itself up, time and time again,
bleeding, dirty, and somehow stumble
on toward the next rest stop.
What I give thanks to and for,
well, it could fill a book,
and it could fit on the head of a pin.
how the rooms we wander through
allow us just enough room for us to wander in our own
hearts.
the beating of these wounded hearts
are strong resumes and
will get you any job you want with me.
---Scott Wannberg |
