2004/thankful

Thankful
for
green ink,
green pen,
soft leather
daybooks
and purses.
My really
comfortable
Josef Seibel shoes,
my good bras
and panties, my
Gap jeans.
The brown cotton
skirt I bought
for my birthday.
The green purse
which has served
me well all
year.
My best silk
sarong,
my $4 thrift
store jacket
that fits at
the waist.
My leopard print
silk scarf.
The loyal rain coat
I’ve worn for ten
years.
My brown socks.
Aveda hair
and skin (supplies.)
Green jars for my
lotions and creams.
The antique pharmacy
jars I see from the
bed.
White sheets with
embroidered trim.
My white towels
and the green ones.
My laptop and
paper. Black
notebooks I can
label on the
spine.
A comfortable
place to sit
and write.
The photographs
I took,
the Torrey Pines
baskets I made,
the work I’ve
written.
Silk long johns.
The color green.
The chunk of wood
with moss attached
I picked up walking.
The hand made
teal jug I bought
for a dollar.
The crock I’ve used
for weeds the last
forty years.
Mark Twain
William Faulkner
Eudora Welty
Jane Kenyon
Mung beans
basmati,
the kitchari
they make possible.
Spices, fresh herbs.
Mangoes, fujis
papayas and limes.
Salt.
Vegetables.
Tea.
Green for morning,
Vata for afternoon.
Silverware, cloth napkins.
All the table linens
I love, my green
glasses, and hydrangeas
dishes.
My Cuisinart pans.
The stainless steel
spoon and spatula
my sister brought
back from Japan.
My antique bread
box,
the plant can I
received as a gift.
Sprigs of orchids,
fuchsias.
The oak trees
outside my doors
my French doors
and Saltillo tiles.
Our little house,
my red truck.
Music
the sky the ocean
the earth
my daughter
my husband
this time
my life.
Breath.

11/25/04