— Millicent Kellogg
I am thankful for waltzes and redwoods,
jelly fish and tiny oak leaves,
reflections and shadows and echos,
men’s eyes with the look of eagles.
I am grateful for ferns and frogs and flowers
dessert and demitasse and deli’s.
For squirrels who don’t try to make it across,
birds who sit on the feeder while I fill it.
For friends who don’t roll eyes and sigh deeply
when a new poem is waved before their eyes.
For a billion billion more stars than I can see
and the lonely leaf that lands in my lap.
I give thanks for the feel of wool as it passes over
the needles; weaving of colors
keeps the world in touch with my soul –
I meditate with each stitch, and become serene.
I am pleased I have been more contented than resigned.
I listened as Life spoke for itself with murmurs of love
shouts of laughter and tears of mourning.
It’s been an unsparing adventure, and I regret only
that I didn’t get a tattoo.