one of those
in this moment of grace I say my thanks
because to notice things
like all poets do
those intricate gears and
subtle details
to describe a color
without any paint
to fashion an instant
upon a landscape
then whirl around
and lift off the ground
into another dimension of
time or emotions
where tears may fall
or grins grow wide
was no simple task
but an act, of grace
love is felt, and shared
wounds are open
then healed, as fantasy
and imagined worlds
dream their way into
language revealing
a unity of community
and passion is revered
and nearly every act of humanity
becomes observed
evidence displays of compassion
within social and political worldviews
aspects of reality
parody, and parable, instinctively
pivots patterns of behavior
and I am blessed and thankful
to be measured
…as one of those
