i've always found gratitude awkward -- not the words but the grind. "thanks"? -- no problem cranking out a blessing ritual? how? i'm lazy aren't i? just like all those other terrible folks these days want sh*t handed to 'em expect it thanks she says with a drip of sarcasm i'm supposed to know how to be grateful how to give more than I take how to leave this place better than I found it? i don't know how to do anything. i'm crawling along, blindfolded, bloodied knees. i hear there are folks who have it harder than me -- suck it up buttercup rub some dirt in it be grateful for what you have thanks a mourning dove tries again and again to get closer -- she's looking for shade, for respite on the porch fan. go on git get outta here i holler at her she gits, some, watching me from the hot stone fence. i hear there are folks who have it harder than me -- i'm supposedto know howto be grateful. the bird flaps at me again, a warning: go on, git, she says. there's no shade. thanks, I say, and give in. go in. i don't know how to do anything. i'm supposedto know howto leave this place better than I found it.
It’s April 5th. Here’s another poem, for NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month.
I feel often completely hopeless when it comes to the Earth and how to solve the problems humans have created. Being in Nature is a balm to the soul, but it can also be a harsh reminder.
Thanks for reading!
It's so hard to be a human. <3