November 21: Ross Gay, "Thank You," Small Graces that Cause Blisters

Thank You

by:  Ross Gay

If you find yourself half naked

and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing,

again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says

you are the air of the now and gone, that says

all you love will turn to dust,

and will meet you there, do not

raise your fist. Do not raise

your small voice against it. And do not

take cover. Instead, curl your toes

into the grass, watch the cloud

ascending from your lips. Walk

through the garden's dormant splendor.

Say only, thank you.

Thank you.

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I needed this poem today to remind me to say "thank you" for all the grace present in my life.

Even those small graces that get in your shoes and cause blisters,

Saint Marty says thanks to the world today.