Things I’m thankful for are lots to list,
beginning with the fact that you exist.
A sculpture of a cat will never scratch you,
yet better to hold a cat instead of a statue.
To grow its roots in rocks, a plant will toil
though it would much prefer a porous soil.
Your boundary appears to be your skin,
but it’s not where you end or you begin.
Your breaths move in and out, as though a tide,
suggesting you’re the shore of a sea that’s wide.
Your thoughts are blooming in your brain – a vase –
but were they grown and plucked some other place?
All kinds of thoughts sprout in your fertile mind,
but you may choose to nurture the kindest kind.
Mario A. Pita