Thankfulness comes in waves
washing the forgetful
with gentle reminders
of pleasure and peace.

The morning shock
of mountain and blue.
A walk in the cold.
Stars, too.

A courageous squirrel
who over time
enjoyed breakfast
with me.

The clerk at the store
saying my name.
Neighbors who wave.
Good to see you.

Snow falling slow<
in the dark.
Son’s smile.
First tracks.

Opening hymns.
Gregorian chant.
Giggles at dinner
and other prayers.

Beer, dark and strong.
Friends who hug
and let me roar.
A 2 a.m. read.

Listening to my feet
on the trail.
Her body meeting mine.
Her.

Dvorak’s visit to Iowa.
Visits.
The family who fed us
moose in Sweden.

Breathing
slow and long and deep.
Remembering
in waves of gratitude.