Kind Of Thankful For
The water: where speckled creatures breathe.
The earth: where flies rise and return.
The fire: flickering behind screens.
Beyond these: not much more.
Not promises: their wording is wrong.
With fire behind a screen
People? Sometimes, but they are strong
Only people aren't redundant.
of a poem so quick and honest
I'd never have to write again.
Freed from that burden I woke.
Waking, I forgot the words.
I worked at the words to convince
no one in particular of my victory
over defeat. I managed
another day of failure. For dinner:
fresh tomatoes with vinegar,
bread and strong coffee.