Today I feel like I don't have an original bone in my body, and am having a hard time writing an actual poem. But I went for a run earlier and as I passed this patch of brilliant red aloe flowers, I was overcome with gratefulness for some of the things I just don't think about very often. My prayer of thanks isn't very creative, but it's from the heart.
Thank you for aloe in bloom.
Thank you for eyesight that needs only the slightest correction.
Thank you for legs that can walk and run,
and arms that can swim, paddle,
carry groceries and hug my sons.
Thank you for the year ending
and the one about to begin.