For all that is green

A poem

I am thankful

for my beliefs:

they always make sense.

I am thankful

for the love that ports in

when strangers say:

“see you later.”

I love the boundless sky.

I love that we are so small

in a vast span of air, water, earth, and space.

I know you listen to everything I say:

I know you read what I write:

I know this is reciprocal:

This grand act of living

and loving.

Anyone who opted out

are bereft.

Anyone who opted out

will be welcomed back.

In this moment,

I put my hands in prayer

for all that is green.